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lascitasdelashoras · 5 months
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Andrei Tarkovsky and his father, the poet Arseny Tarkovsky
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majestativa · 5 months
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The candle drips and drips. This is how you and I live— our souls flare, flesh disappears.
— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)
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elizabethanism · 1 year
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"to return is impossible
and to talk about it, forbidden—"
Arseny Tarkovsky
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temakisshi · 11 months
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dukhoiada · 1 year
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~~ Arseny Tarkovsky, "I dreamed this dream and this I still dream of it"
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caviarsonoro · 6 months
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Andrei Tarkovsky: Ivan's Childhood / Alexandre Desplat: Childhood
The land swallows itself wholeand nuzzles the heavens,patches up its memory’s holeswith grasses and a man. Arseny Tarkovsky
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i learned your Baudelaire poem for february and here's my march one
Я безупречно был вооружен, И понял я, что мне клинок не нужен, Что дудкой Марса я заворожен И в боевых доспехах безоружен, Что с плеч моих плывет на землю гнет, Куда меня судьба ни повернет,
Что тяжек я всей тяжестью земною, Как якорь, волочащийся по дну, И цепь разматывается за мною, А я себя матросам не верну… И пожелал я легкости небесной, Сестры чудесной поросли древесной,
Затосковал — и приоткрыл лицо, И ласточки снуют, как пальцы пряхи, Трава просовывает копьецо Сквозь каждое кольцо моей рубахи, Лежу, — а жилы крепко сращены С хрящами придорожной бузины.
Арсений Тарковский
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k-tarkovsky · 27 days
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Happy Tarkovsky Day! Wishing you all an elating metaphorical levitation today, like the way Tarkovsky's characters are when they're being touched by love 🖤
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artamour13 · 5 months
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We don’t need other worlds. We need a mirror.
🎥 Andrei Tarkovsky 🪐 Solaris (1972)
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Baby Andrei Tarkovsky with his father Arseny, 1935
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cyborges · 1 year
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Ryuichi Sakamoto - "Life, Life" (from "async")
Words taken from a poem by Arseny Tarkovsky, spoken by David Sylvian
Curiously I had a dream I met Sakamoto a few days ago, before his death was publicly announced. I don’t remember exactly when I had it, but it’s possible it happened around the time of his death. I don’t know what to make of that. I find this track and “Fullmoon” to be very moving and pertinent to my feelings these days.
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majestativa · 5 months
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The wound of the world enfolded me.
— Arseny Tarkovsky, I Burned at the Feast: Selected Poems of Arseny Tarkovsky, transl by Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev, (2015)
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izvletchenie · 2 years
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“And that was like transfiguration / Of simple happiness and simple grief.”
"И было это как преображенье / Простого счастья и простого горя."
Arseny Tarkovsky
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seemsnotstilish · 4 months
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lforlimbo · 5 months
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I don't believe in omens or fear Forebodings. I flee from neither slander Nor from poison. Death does not exist. Everyone's immortal. Everything is too. No point in fearing death at seventeen, Or seventy. There's only here and now, and light; Neither death, nor darkness, exists. We're all already on the seashore; I'm one of those who'll be hauling in the nets When a shoal of immortality swims by. If you live in a house - the house will not fall. I'll summon any of the centuries, Then enter one and build a house in it. That's why your children and your wives Sit with me at one table, - The same for ancestor and grandson: The future is being accomplished now, If I raise my hand a little, All five beams of light will stay with you. Each day I used my collar bones For shoring up the past, as though with timber, I measured time with geodetic chains And marched across it, as though it were the Urals. I tailored the age to fit me. We walked to the south, raising dust above the steppe; The tall weeds fumed; the grasshopper danced, Touching its antenna to the horse-shoes - and it prophesied, Threatening me with destruction, like a monk. I strapped my fate to the saddle; And even now, in these coming times, I stand up in the stirrups like a child. I'm satisfied with deathlessness, For my blood to flow from age to age. Yet for a corner whose warmth I could rely on I'd willingly have given all my life, Whenever her flying needle Tugged me, like a thread, around the globe.
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davidhudson · 2 years
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Arseny Tarkovsky, June 25, 1907 – May 27, 1989.
With his son, Andrei.
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