Night Train to Lisbon (Bille August, 2013)

Night Train to Lisbon - Bille August (2013)

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Amadeu: A decisive moment of life, when its direction changes forever, are not always marked by large and shown dramatics. In truth, the dramatic moments of a life determining experience are often unbelievable, low key. When it unfolds its revolutionary effects and insures that life is revealed in a brand new light, it does that silently. And in this wonderful silence resides its special nobility.

Amadeu: What could... what should be done, with all the time that lies ahead of us? Open and unshaped, feather-light in its freedom and lead-heavy in its uncertainty? Is it a wish, dreamlike and nostalgic, to stand once again at that point in life, and be able to take a completely different direction to the one which has made us who we are?

원작 소설: Pascal Mercier (2004) Nachtzug nach Lissabon

국역 (전은경, 2014) 리스본행 야간열차

2016-02-13 흙의 밤 @거실: 뮤젠, 야생

주연 Jeremy Irons의 아래 인터뷰에서, 요즘, 특히 어제부터는 잠 못 이루고 고민하고 있는 문제에 대한 답이 불쑥 나와서 기절할 뻔. "Risk is extra life." 찾아 보니 출처는 미국 시인 Michael Klein.

나는 내가 끊지 않은 표가 생기면 선뜻 탄다. 한 걸음 가뿐히. 목적지가 생소하고 겁나고 준비가 안 되어 있을수록 더욱 쾌감에 떨면서. 행성#7896 행, 이런 거 무지 좋아. 그리고는 달리는 기차 안에서 근심걱정하느라 다 죽어간다. 매번 그러는 캐릭터.

그렇구만. 자기기만적이네.

Dog Days

Michael Klein (1993, 1990)

Franz Schubert, in this life, is six weeks old in the body

of a chocolate-brown labrador who reminds me that risk

is extra life when he takes my hand easily in his

mouth and leads me through new teeth and a snowfall blanking town.

I think this snow must be able to lift two children, who

are fighting, out of their argumentative skins and make

a day so bright, it winces. What is ever this willing?

This vibrant dog with me, loving my hand as if it could

delay his life a little, makes me want to be him and

his newborn smile: play-ferocious on the way to heartbreak.

Reaching it back to the perfect wet arc of young bone

that forces itself into the roof of Franz’s mouth, my hand

follows my body and enters him. It is summer

again in the canoes. The man I come to when he calls,

approaches, first on a wrinkle of water, then as

himself, and we are ready to go. Franz, good dog, inside

me this is life I did not choose and you have yours, ready.