Showing posts with label georg büchner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label georg büchner. Show all posts

and then everything receded from him (invisible birds)

and the sound of the wind died away and then like the murmur of a lullaby or pealing bells rose up again from the depths of ravines and tips of fir trees and a faint reddishness climbed into the deep blue and small clouds drifted by on silver wings and all the mountain peaks, sharp and firm, glinted and gleamed far across the countryside, he would feel something tearing at his chest, he would

lenz, darkness had fallen

m. swiezynski..........grey clouds marched across the sky, but everything so close, and then the mist came swirling up and drifted dank and heavy through the bushes, so leaden, so sluggish....................and the mist devoured the shape of things then half revealed their giant limbs; the surge swept through him, he sought for something, as though for lost dreams, but he found nothing..........

trains in cinema, woyzeck

woyzeck directed by jános szász, 1994hungarian version of georg büchner's 1837 play woyzeck.instead of a soldier we find woyzeck as a flag man in a train yard in hungary.like bela tarr making a train film, although less minimal.with examples of; smoke, darkness, rain, snow, mud and fog (obscuring the trains and characters that pass by).close up of the tracks as a train passes by in slow motion