onsdag den 24. maj 2017

F22. What is the significance of the angels?

Strangely enough, there is NO mention of angels anywhere in
the FWWM shooting script (not in the conversation between
Laura and Donna, not the picture in Laura's room, not the
appearance of the angel Ronette sees in the train car, and
not the angel Laura sees at the end of the movie), so the
angel concepts were definitely a last-minute addition by
Lynch. 

It seems safe to assume that the disappearance of the angel
from the picture in Laura's room signifies the hopelessness
of her situation, that Ronette was saved/watched over by her
angel in the train car, and Laura was "redeemed" or escaped
from her living hell at the end of the movie.  Some on the
net have suggested that the appearance of the angel at the
end signifies Laura has made it to the White Lodge (see
questions E39 and E40).

fredag den 19. maj 2017

Hvordan engle ser ud

Held a sword, staff or chain with his hand (Numbers 22:23; Joshua 5:13; Judges 6:21; Revelation 20:10), In white or as white as snow (John 20:12; Matthew 28:3), White apparel (Acts 1:10), Shining garments (Luke 24:4), Clothed in pure bright linen and chests girded with golden bands (Revelation 15:6), Rainbow on its head, clothed with a cloud, face like sun, feet like pillars of fire (Revelation 10:1-3), Countenance of the Angel of God, very awesome, like lightning (Judges 13:6; Matthew 28:3)

torsdag den 18. maj 2017

WHAT ARE YOU, enhver engel er:

Every Angel is terror. And yet,
ah, knowing you, I invoke you, almost deadly
birds of the soul. Where are the days of Tobias,
when one of the most radiant of you stood at the simple threshold,
disguised somewhat for the journey and already no longer awesome
(Like a youth, to the youth looking out curiously).
Let the Archangel now, the dangerous one, from behind the stars,
take a single step down and toward us: our own heart,
beating on high would beat us down. What are you?

Early successes, Creation’s favourite ones,
mountain-chains, ridges reddened by dawns
of all origin – pollen of flowering godhead,
junctions of light, corridors, stairs, thrones,
spaces of being, shields of bliss, tempests
of storm-filled, delighted feeling and, suddenly, solitary
mirrors: gathering their own out-streamed beauty
back into their faces again.

(fra Rilkes Duino elegier)

onsdag den 17. maj 2017

William Blakes engel:

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head. 

tirsdag den 18. april 2017

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mandag den 27. marts 2017




træt som et ondt år og mere end det: med svanernes indsigelser i baghovedet søgte jeg vand og lod talen vige til fordel for skriget mens jeg også kunne se at lyset hed noget andet end lys, lyset hed mørke, og lyset hed hån, og jeg elsker en tekst hvori en pige nægter at tilegne sig løgnens væsen, fordi hun går i enge, i ikke i forfald, eller små sko, for små, forstenet, fordi man ser sig tilbage, mod det tårn der er brudt ud i flammer, fordi man ikke kan dy sig, og så slår man rod, og står og står til evig tid, næsten som et træ, men ikke, mens noget brænder til grunden, og dem man har kær har mistet én til nysgerrigheden, og at man lige præcis, når det gælder, vælger, tvinges, den bydende nødvendighed, i: i: at byde trods, og elske sin skulder som man ser over, og overlade sig til evigheden, sådan at det menneskelige går af én som det bladguld der dækkede præsidentens næse, næsen som min søster og hendes bekendte gned på, inden de skulle stå for dom, sådan at han lignede en klovn, på en fin måde, sådan at han bragte held, og at han var sten, og at jeg stiltiende ser til mens jeg taler for højt mens jeg bryder ud af et rum med mange tomme stole, og orange bukser der matcher de hynder, men jeg skulle skride ud anderledes, nu sent, nu er det, og sent,

ræd

for at té mig galt

til teltene!

hvis jeg ledte en hær
led verdens kvaler
ødslede mine penge bort til ønskebrøndene

og tog billeder

altid

og kun af mig selv

som var jeg det eneste der fandtes

og det er jeg næsten

nu jeg ikke længere ved ud eller ind

levende råd

der gives igen


sedler

tilgiv mig

det her er straight nok

sådan når jeg til ro

(ro ro ro min båd)

kæntr

men jeg ved ikke

solen  solen

solens sol solens sol er måne er månens måne stjerne nej det er lommelygte

lørdag den 25. marts 2017