19 septembrie 2011

Monday Monologues (XLI)


„As in the midst of battle there is room
         For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
         As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
As in the crevices of Caesar's tomb
         The sweet herbs flourish on a little earth:
         So in this great disaster of our birth
We can be happy, and forget our doom.

For morning, with a ray of tenderest joy
         Gilding the iron heaven, hides the truth,
And evening gently woos us to employ
         Our grief in idle catches. Such is youth;
Till from that summer's trance we wake, to find
Despair before us, vanity behind.” 
(poem de George Santayana, citat şi recitat sub formă de monolog în Road to Nowhere/2010, comeback-ul în lungmetraj al unui regizor cultissim şi inconoclast în anii 60-70, Monte Hellman)