Showing posts with label francis ponge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label francis ponge. Show all posts
a bit like a music of music boxes; stemlets and flowerets
images from the making of the pré by francis pongeuniversity of missouri press - 1979translated by lee fahnestockimage 1 - from book jacketfrom three prints of grasses - buc'hozimage 2 & 3 - a bit like a music of music boxes; stemlets and flowerets - harpsichord cadenza - johann sebastian bachimage 4 - 13 july evening (night of 13 to 14) 3image 5 - first typing, 19 january 1961image 6 - like the
invisible birds (trees as moons)
behind the quivering reeds stirs the couch of birds-the green is near to black, the silver slightly blue. the tree-trunks are like old wall-stones, the leaves about like shadows(via gossamer)
robert bresson, francis ponge, a correspondingly particular sound
ciment: do you like poets like francis ponge? your films remind one of him, and his le parti pris des choses.bresson: yes. i no longer see ponge, unfortunately, as he has moved to the south. he wrote me some remarkable letters about my films and about cinema. i like his fondness for objects, for inanimate things.*rainin the courtyard where i watch it fallthe rain is coming down in widely varied
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