"Pour attirer le petit Dionysos dans leur cercle, les Titans agitent des especes de hochets. Seduit par ces objets brillants, l'enfant s'avance vers eux et le cercle monstrueux se referme sur lui. Tous ensemble, les Titans assassinent Dionysos; apres quoi ils le font cuire et ils le devorent."
RENE GIRARD
Le Bouc Emissaire.
"... les fideles esperent qu'il suffira au saint d'etre la (...) pour qu'il soit frappe a leur place."
RENE GIRARD
Le Bouc Emissaire.
"Les mechants ont sans doute compris quelque chose que les bons ignorent."
WOODY ALLEN
source : DANIEL PENNAC
Au bonheur des ogres
The Fragile
she shines
in a world full of ugliness
she matters
when everything is meaningless
fragile
she doesn't see her beauty
she tries to get away
sometimes
it's just that nothing seems worth saving
i can't watch her slip away
i won't let you fall apart
she reads the minds of all the people as they pass by
hoping can see
if i could fix myself i'd -
but it's too late for me
i won't let you fall apart
we'll find a perfect place to go where we can run and hide
i'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
... but they keep waiting
... and picking ...
it's someting i have to do
i was there, too
before everything else
i was like you
she shines
in a world full of ugliness
she matters
when everything is meaningless
fragile
she doesn't see her beauty
she tries to get away
sometimes
it's just that nothing seems worth saving
i can't watch her slip away
i won't let you fall apart
she reads the minds of all the people as they pass by
hoping can see
if i could fix myself i'd -
but it's too late for me
i won't let you fall apart
we'll find a perfect place to go where we can run and hide
i'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
... but they keep waiting
... and picking ...
it's someting i have to do
i was there, too
before everything else
i was like you
If loneliness was all
Imagine what it would be like
if loneliness was all...!
No fulfillment, nor hope inside,
could I endure this sadest fate
if loneliness was all...?
(scene cut)
"Will i ever find the one
i've waited for a thousand years?
But the answer to this question lies
within the confines of your (hopes and) fears.
"Heal me, feel me, reveal and seal me!
Shed a light upon my lonely soul!"
But there is no-one (no other being)
on the outside to make you whole...
(scene cut)
"Twelve faces shape the unholy circle,
one mask for any opportunity.
This sphere must remain incomplete...
(as) in its centre the thirteenth mask is me."
If love was something i could feel,
at least some kind of cheerfulness...
but i feel nothing, drowned in pain,
half-frozen in my emptiness.
Beyond this veneer of friendliness
lies my true face, that no-one knows.
This mask's a lie, obvious and sad,
my heart is empty and all is cold.
the same stage:
(on the staicase, some other night)
Imagine, what it would be like,
if love was really all...!
Then I'd truly be alone
without a resting place or a final home,
if love was really all...
"Confide a secret to me,
and i'll keep it to myself!
I'm like a temple built of sadness,
trustworthy like a grave..."
(scene cut)
Sopor Aeternus
If loneliness was all
Imagine what it would be like
if loneliness was all...!
No fulfillment, nor hope inside,
could I endure this sadest fate
if loneliness was all...?
(scene cut)
"Will i ever find the one
i've waited for a thousand years?
But the answer to this question lies
within the confines of your (hopes and) fears.
"Heal me, feel me, reveal and seal me!
Shed a light upon my lonely soul!"
But there is no-one (no other being)
on the outside to make you whole...
(scene cut)
"Twelve faces shape the unholy circle,
one mask for any opportunity.
This sphere must remain incomplete...
(as) in its centre the thirteenth mask is me."
If love was something i could feel,
at least some kind of cheerfulness...
but i feel nothing, drowned in pain,
half-frozen in my emptiness.
Beyond this veneer of friendliness
lies my true face, that no-one knows.
This mask's a lie, obvious and sad,
my heart is empty and all is cold.
the same stage:
(on the staicase, some other night)
Imagine, what it would be like,
if love was really all...!
Then I'd truly be alone
without a resting place or a final home,
if love was really all...
"Confide a secret to me,
and i'll keep it to myself!
I'm like a temple built of sadness,
trustworthy like a grave..."
(scene cut)
Sopor Aeternus
If loneliness was all
Deine Nahe
Was soll ich dir noch erzahlen
Wenn ich doch alles schon gesagt habe
Und doch nicht zu dir sprechen kann
Was soll ich dir noch erzahlen
Wenn ich alles schon gesagt habe
Und doch keines meiner Worte dich erreicht
Im puren rausch der stillen Hoffnung
In dem Wahn der blinden Sucht
So stehe ich ratlos in der Ecke
Und ich weiss nur eines:
Ich liebe dich
Was soll ich dir noch erzahlen
Wenn ich doch alles schon gesagt habe
Wenn den Schweigen meine Worte uberschallt
Wenn mein Himmer sich zusammen zieht
Was soll ich dir noch erzahlen
Wenn nichts mehr ubrig bleibt
Ich konnte schreien - konnte weinen
Und du wusstest davon nichts
Ich bin am Leben und ich liebe
Und existiere fur dich nicht
Ich ertraume deine Nahe
Traume dass du bei mir bisst
Doch ich weiss
Dass du niemals zu mir sprichst
Ich bitte dich
Ignoriere mich nicht
Lass mich nicht alleine stehen
Nicht so nah bei dir
Bitte sieh mich an
Bitte sprech zu mir
Ich bitte dich
Wenn alles schon gesagt ist
Wenn nichts mehr ubrig bleibt
Dann schliesse ich die Augen
Und erzahle mir von dir
Vom Himmel und von allen Engeln
Und von deiner Menschlichkeit
Ich spreche von der Macht der Liebe
Und von mehr
Doch ich weiss
Ich kann den Weg nicht gehem
Kann niemals sein bei dir
Ich bin gefangen in meiner Welt
In meiner Mittelmassigkeit
Was soll ich dir noch erzahlen...
Lacrimosa
Deine Nahe
Was soll ich dir noch erzahlen
Wenn ich doch alles schon gesagt habe
Und doch nicht zu dir sprechen kann
Was soll ich dir noch erzahlen
Wenn ich alles schon gesagt habe
Und doch keines meiner Worte dich erreicht
Im puren rausch der stillen Hoffnung
In dem Wahn der blinden Sucht
So stehe ich ratlos in der Ecke
Und ich weiss nur eines:
Ich liebe dich
Was soll ich dir noch erzahlen
Wenn ich doch alles schon gesagt habe
Wenn den Schweigen meine Worte uberschallt
Wenn mein Himmer sich zusammen zieht
Was soll ich dir noch erzahlen
Wenn nichts mehr ubrig bleibt
Ich konnte schreien - konnte weinen
Und du wusstest davon nichts
Ich bin am Leben und ich liebe
Und existiere fur dich nicht
Ich ertraume deine Nahe
Traume dass du bei mir bisst
Doch ich weiss
Dass du niemals zu mir sprichst
Ich bitte dich
Ignoriere mich nicht
Lass mich nicht alleine stehen
Nicht so nah bei dir
Bitte sieh mich an
Bitte sprech zu mir
Ich bitte dich
Wenn alles schon gesagt ist
Wenn nichts mehr ubrig bleibt
Dann schliesse ich die Augen
Und erzahle mir von dir
Vom Himmel und von allen Engeln
Und von deiner Menschlichkeit
Ich spreche von der Macht der Liebe
Und von mehr
Doch ich weiss
Ich kann den Weg nicht gehem
Kann niemals sein bei dir
Ich bin gefangen in meiner Welt
In meiner Mittelmassigkeit
Was soll ich dir noch erzahlen...
Lacrimosa
Deine Nahe
Alex:
As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside but thinking all the time. So now it was to be Georgie the general saying what we should do and what not to do and Dim as his mindless bulldog. But suddenly I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones used like inspiration and what Bog sends. Well now, it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open with the stereo on and I viddied right at once what to do.
I had not cut into any of Dim's main cables and so with the help of a clean kashtook the red, red kroovy stopped and it did not take long to quiet the two wounded soldiers down in the snug in the Duke of New York. Now they knew who was master and leader. Sheep, thought I, but a real leader knows, always when like to give and show generous to his unders.
Well, now we're back to where we were, yes? Just like before and all forgotten? Right, right? Right, right? Right, right?
___________________________________________________________________
Alex:
It was the next day, Brothers, and I had truly done my best morning and afternoon to play it their way and sit like a horrorshow cooperative malchick in the chair of torture while they flashed nasty bits of Ultra-Violence on the screen. Though not on the soundtrack , my Brothers, the only sound being music. Then I noticed in my pain and sickness what music it was that like cracked and boomed. It was Ludwig Van's. Ninth Symphony, fourth movement. Ahhggggg! No. No. Stop it. Stop it. Please I beg of you. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin.
___________________________________________________________
Minister:
My name is, Frederick. As I was saying, Alex, you can be instrumental in changing the public's verdict. So you understand, Alex? Do I make myself clear?
Alex:
As an unmuddied lake, Fred. As clear as **** me, Fred.
Minister:
Good, good, boy. Oh yes, I understand you're fond of music. I have arranged a little surprise for you.
Alex:
Surprise?
Minister:
One that I hope that you will like as a symbol of our new understanding. An understanding between two friends.
Alex:
I was cured all right.
___________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________
STANLEY KUBRICK
Clockwork Orange
As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside but thinking all the time. So now it was to be Georgie the general saying what we should do and what not to do and Dim as his mindless bulldog. But suddenly I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones used like inspiration and what Bog sends. Well now, it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open with the stereo on and I viddied right at once what to do.
I had not cut into any of Dim's main cables and so with the help of a clean kashtook the red, red kroovy stopped and it did not take long to quiet the two wounded soldiers down in the snug in the Duke of New York. Now they knew who was master and leader. Sheep, thought I, but a real leader knows, always when like to give and show generous to his unders.
Well, now we're back to where we were, yes? Just like before and all forgotten? Right, right? Right, right? Right, right?
___________________________________________________________________
Alex:
It was the next day, Brothers, and I had truly done my best morning and afternoon to play it their way and sit like a horrorshow cooperative malchick in the chair of torture while they flashed nasty bits of Ultra-Violence on the screen. Though not on the soundtrack , my Brothers, the only sound being music. Then I noticed in my pain and sickness what music it was that like cracked and boomed. It was Ludwig Van's. Ninth Symphony, fourth movement. Ahhggggg! No. No. Stop it. Stop it. Please I beg of you. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin.
___________________________________________________________
Minister:
My name is, Frederick. As I was saying, Alex, you can be instrumental in changing the public's verdict. So you understand, Alex? Do I make myself clear?
Alex:
As an unmuddied lake, Fred. As clear as **** me, Fred.
Minister:
Good, good, boy. Oh yes, I understand you're fond of music. I have arranged a little surprise for you.
Alex:
Surprise?
Minister:
One that I hope that you will like as a symbol of our new understanding. An understanding between two friends.
Alex:
I was cured all right.
___________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________
STANLEY KUBRICK
Clockwork Orange