更新时间:2015-07-31

旷野旅程:where does the naïve smile at

1
the cellar ramp is steep
(man walking along a lane across wasteland)
a heavy load is intoxication
slowly I meandered homeward
under the load I collapsed
collapsed.
I stretched out on the ground
the blood from my nose began
If there would not have been a brick
the blood from my nose would not have flowed
would not have flowed.
I would not goto the cellar, either
during nice days or bad days
but can i help it
if that wine is so good
that wine is so good (barely can we see the man in distance)

2
(man with a cigarette wandering in an empty house, poeming as Petöfi did)
my candle flutters dimly
i am alone
i walk up and down in my room
in my mouth is my smoking pipe
my past's apparitions wave about me
i walk, i walk, and i watch
the shadow of the smoke on the wall
and i think about friendship
(he passed through the threshold)

3
(man working on the land)
here I stand in the middle of the plains, as a statue, stiffly
the prairie is covered by a grave-like silence
just as a corpse is covered with a shroud
far away from me a man mows
now he stops, he sharpens his scythe
the ringing does not reach me
i see only the movement of his hands
(monologue describing the scene)
and now he looks this way
he stares at me, but i don't even move my eyes
what does he think i think about?

4
(man sitting in a room, says)
truly, truly, i am nearly croaked
my chest tightens, i nearly choke
and something chews about my heart
from you, shadowy world, it seems i may chug off.
HOW OFTEN I YEARED FOR DEATH
and now when it is near, when it breathes on me halfway,
i am now as the elder was in the story
(zoom-out accelerate)
Regardless! whatever death is
life is worth more than it
there is peace there, nothing else.
there is grief here, but in the pleasures
of merriment the blood bubbles.
in a short time i shall leave joy and pain.
the flower is now in my button hole.
and if the world greens again
perhaps it shall bloom on my grave mound.
(end not)
and then good fellows,
you who are tied to me by friendship's chain
and with whom together, we kept wide awake so many nights
you may mourn over my corpse.
(Confession before suicide?)
but i say, my companions, do not mourn me.
you know, that with me, you were all gay chaps.
(cynical teenager)
and mourning would strike against our normal selves.
(emotion-phobia)
(we are clear about the whole space he is talking in)
most assuredly, come out to me,
and as you stand above my grave,
cheerfully sound out your dead buddy's songs
or the happenings of by gone days!
(cliché lines)

5
(come out, close the door, walk away)

6
(sit by the bar, flower-print curtain on behind, start to talk like a journalist or host or presenter)
one who has no sweetheart should drink wine,
and shall believe that every girl burns for him.
(true man!)
and wine should drink he, who does not have any money.
and to him will then belong every treasure of the world.
(true poet Petöfi)
and wine should drink he, who has grief,
and then for him, grief shall rush away.
i have no sweetheart, i have no money, i have only grief.
(classical line!)
thus, compared to others, i can drink three times as much.
(self-amuse)

7
(at the center-bottom of four side walls)
(lovely lonely boy - cameraman)
(then we are inside and we find the man)
grief? it's a great ocean.
(as if he is being interviewed )
and joy? it's the little pearl of the ocean.
by the time i bring it up, i may even break it.
(what a novelist)

8
(side window view on train runing)
the birds travel away
in spring they return again
they fly fly fly
their wings carry them
drink of the distant blue sky
they fly so swiftly that one takes them as disappearing dreams
what flies more swiftly than the birds?
life!
but unlike the birds
it never comes back again

9
(man sitting in a dim room)
my cloak's fur is worn
my spurs are rusty, bent,
she went down deep into the earth
so that i cannot even look on her
(lame scene)

10
(two men on a horse drive)
do you know that the sun is a married lad?
but then this is the big curse on his head
for he strains under the load of a puppet government
(two tracks of voice overlapped)
his bad wife gives him grief
it is natural then, that the good elder does not sow the wine material
wine, which doctors every trouble,
wine, which scatters every grief from the heart.
but at home he dares not drink,
for then the fight would be ready with his wife
(not in the same language, the two tracks)
meanwhile, when he does his familiar travel
across the sky;
he waits that clouds should dress the horizon.
then he is not afraid that his wife may see him;
(why be afraid of wife?)
when the night comes and the clouds start to disperse
you can see his red face, as he crashes from the sky
(so desperate)

11
(not again.. the sixth times annoys the viewers)
(man talking to himself again sitting in his room)
(when sudden he looked up)
why do you look into my room, inquisitive moon.
the world no longer goes here
as it did in days of old
(emotionally desperate..)
once, when your glance stumbled into me
(do not ever talk to the moon in emotional currents, it's stupid)
in my heart you saw a flaming life
for which there was no room
(yeah you born in a wrong time, yeah the moon see through you considerately)
(hardly can i keep recording this poem...)
...
i am cold and wordless as
-from where my coldness and wordlessness comes-
the graveyard
(no, my dear poet, you are not cold at all)

12
(the bald wasteland, panning)
where shall man finally go?
socrates, who drank the poison,
and his executioner..
did both of them go to the same place?
(meaningless presentiment)

13
(wash face and talk to the small mirror in a bar)
omit

14
relatively, the most interesting scene
(sharp music, simple tone, the man playing keyboard on wasteland)

15
(man facing the lake in dawn)
lay down now, men!
or if you move about, step softly.
go about slowly on tiptoe,
you must respect mourning for that is sacred
night, the mourning youth has arrived
it had a love and that died,
that is why the poor night mourns
quietly it falls onto the earth,
sadly its tears fall on the grass.
now suddenly - what is it?
(a young poet undoubted)
though sadly, but still it smiles
they meet with sweet bitterness
they embrace with torturous beauty
but who knows what?
what no one suspects, supposes,
but then it would not be good for you to know this,
for this talk is an eternal, great secret.
only the lunatic hears it,
when the feverish terrible hour comes,
and the dying, when his life is held by only one-two spiderweb strands
(notice that the actor is surrounded by bugs n flies)
the poet, if he dreams while he is awake,
the wistful poet understands
the mysteries of these ghostly voices,
but he cannot speak of it.
(so lets shut up and do something in actual world)
don't ask him
(help...thundering)

16
the second interesting scene
(old man peeling a potato teeth a pipe in small room)
(camera found the poet in another room further in)
(dog barks, old lady coughs)
(please speak not my poet, then it should go it way perfectly)
(but....)
what happens to the chuckle,
what happens to the sigh,
when their sound's perished?
and what happens to the brain when it no longer thinks?
(the movie was inspired initially by the poetry)
and love, and hate, when it goes from the heart?
(camera seizes his face, rounds his head)
(the light trembled)

17
(he walks in circle, camera in the centre)
what is the history of man?
a river of blood, which long ago came forth from the fog-lost boulders.
and in one length, without an interruption, flows down to our time.
do not believe that it has now stopped.
it has no rest, not until it reaches the ocean's lap
....
i shudder, i am horrified, and at the same time, i rejoice
and i am wildly happy.
...calls out the people for a decisive struggle.
...
(familiarly he went off the view)
(iron swing as music)