Sunday, July 19, 2020

The Beginning and The End of The Tango is The Walk (Robert Duvall)






… And in between walks
Solitude stands alone
On its toes

It is a fight
With the steps
Not taken

It is the look
That sees inside
And not beyond

Skirts with ruffles
Wrap
Around that fight

Like a summer rain
When walking on the beach
Alone

… And between walks
Shoulders carry
The tired tempo

Of rejection

PS/ I took this photo of street Tango dancers in Barcelona with a 1969 Nikon F.


July 19, 2020
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2020


Saturday, July 18, 2020

If There's Any Kind of Magic in this World, It Must be in the Attempt of Understanding Someone, Sharing Something. (Céline in Before Sunset)






The pandemic has given me the space to rediscover what I had forgotten to remember.  I have focused on writing and painting since street photography is at halt now: how can one take photos of people when the streets are empty?

In some ways, walking back on the streets of time can have similar challenges. What if you walk back and over the past half a century there are few people you meet again on those streets? What if they seem now different, strangers, and you do not find anything to talk about?
Walking back is also surrounded by goodbyes. You see faces, you recall names, but you mostly find yourself in buildings, in various countries, in train stations, in airports. You hear the crowd, or you hear nothing. You smell tobacco and tea in a remote countryside, or your senses become sterile and unassuming.

.. When I am not writing or walking the desert away from masked and unmasked people, I like to watch a movie. In fact this is a new experience since before the pandemic I never had the luxury of personal time so frequently.  I like Scandinavian TV series and movies. Somehow the minimalist action and the thoughtful content are fresh escapes from car chases, violence, drugs and gratuitous sex. It also makes it comforting to see that actors do not have perfectly white implanted teeth! It makes the watch more compatible with daily life. 

But this time as I was moving through the movies on Netflix, I stopped on a Spanish 2016 movie titled “The Reconquest” or “La Reconquista”. I knew nothing about it so decided to start watching it.

…As a street photographer I am not keen on studying context or frame of where a shot may take place. Rather, I have learned to anticipate (people are mostly predictable…) what can happen when this or that are in the moment. So I stay ready to click just before it happens. So I did not read about the movie, just thought the title fit in my present mood of returning and rediscovering.

… A few seconds after the movie started, I had the funny feeling of watching the 1995 cultish movie ”Before Sunrise” by Richard Linklater. Like thousands of viewers, I thought Julie Delpy was someone many have met at some point. She was fresh, spontaneous and real. Of course Linklater built on the success to proceed with a Trilogy as “Before Sunset” (2004) and “Before Midnight” (2013).
The central theme is goodbyes and retrouvailles between a young couple. It was perhaps that aspect of life that attracted me most. After all, since the modern Homo sapiens walked this earth 50,000 years ago, it is estimated that 108 billion humans have so far come and gone. I think it would be impossible not to have 108 billion goodbyes having happened, with or without retrouvailles.
The simple statements, and underlying down-to-earth philosophy of “Before Sunrise” may be when Céline (Delpy) said:

“It's depressing, no? That the... the only thing we're gonna think of is when we're gonna have to say goodbye tomorrow”
And Jesse (Hawke) proposed:

“ Well, we could say goodbye now. Then we wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning.”

There you have it – instead of rejecting what is bound to happen, finding harmony with reality.

La Reconquista has a similar theme. Manuela (Itasaso Arana) and Olmo (Francesco Carril), childhood sweethearts, meet in Madrid for one evening to relive the past and think about the future. The movie is fresh as Manuela’s smile and delightfully conversant eyes. It is as comforting as Olmo’s silent smile. There is no violence, no sex, not even a single kiss. It is all about walking that street back and celebrating the walk they separately took 15 years before that evening in Madrid.
While Céline and Jesse shared existential philosophy in there conversations through 3 movies, La Reconquista  lets the Spanish troubadour/poet Rafael Berrio sing the philosophy of expectations, wasted time and goodbyes. It is pure poetry sung by Berrio and embodied by Itsaso and Carril.
Here are a few translated lines from Berrio’s songs:

If everything in it is an improvised and stuffed part
I am afraid I have spent my life gathering the courage I lack
And declaring solemn intentions in front of the mirror
Leaving things for a better time that never arrives

… That time might have happened early in life but we always think there is more to come., That is why we live a life of postponing things instead of recognizing that the best moments of our lives can be early on. Hence we need to celebrate and hold on to these. Not bypass them as mere building stones toward something bigger. In some way, that is the message of La Reconquista – not goodbyes, not retrouvailles and Hollywood endings. Just now 30 year old Manuela ad Olmo who meet for one evening in Madrid to recognize and celebrate that the best moment of their lives happened when they were teenagers, 15 years ago. There is no reconquest in the sense of getting back together. No. The reconquest is of the times 15 years ago when they experienced the magic of being together, unconditionally. And in order to keep that feeling unaltered, Manuela wrote a goodbye note to Olmo. Not because she wanted to leave him, but because she wanted to keep the moment in its grandeur.

And these are reflected upon in other lines from Berrio as:

I have always been distracted with my mind so far away
I am afraid I am badly wounded
I am afraid I have used myself up
To live
And now it is late
Quite late
I am afraid I am badly wounded
I am afraid I have used myself up
As if I
Had the talent
To live
Twice

… We do not sleep in the same bed twice. We do not step in the same river twice. And surely we do not live twice. But if, like a street photographer, we are ready to click when a story unfolds for us, we may have captured that magic moment that does not need the rest of our lives to wait for. It is now part of our rediscovery to love, celebrate and remember.

PS/ By coincidence, this morning I read a January 22, 2020 Vanity Fair interview with Richard Linklater where he does not seem to dismiss the possibility of a 4th “Before” movie… Well, I do hope that he keeps it to the trilogy as they represent a specific time capsule of a genre.

July 18, 2020
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2020


Monday, July 13, 2020

Tire- Bouchon








Free
As an unlit candle
To be transformed
Drip by drip
And cover
The empty bottle
Of Vinho Verde
In the colours of
An April sky

Free
As a thought
That is kept unshared
So it may become
A once whispered
Name
When the empty bottle from Minho
Gets covered
In the colours
Of a summer night

Free
As a goodbye
In a train station
When all was said
When all was left
In the empty bottle
To hold a candle
Left unlit

Because the flame
Would make it drip
In silence
When the train
Goes
Into the mist
Of a
Winter night

July 13, 2020
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2020