Inner struggle with two contradictory, mutually exclusive basic needs. Hopelessness, because insolubility. Love. Melancholy. Isolation. Action. Death. Longing. Home. Spirituality. Madness. Attempts to orientate oneself towards the feasible, the “normal” and its failure. Desperate search for meaning, for one’s own being, for the (im)possibility of being able to live it as a whole. Boundaries that are insurmountable; <\/p>\n
Questions of human existence to which the normal world, the technocratic world, has no answers.<\/p>\n
Play with the symbols fire – water – earth – air.<\/p>\n
Fire<\/em>:<\/p>\n Cigarette (freedom and death),<\/p>\n Candles (warmth, security, light & hope),<\/p>\n Fires: (destruction, annihilation)<\/p>\n Water<\/em>:<\/p>\n Healing water (steaming, warm),<\/p>\n “holy water” (metaphysics) ,<\/p>\n Raindrops (the roofs (“civilization”) are no longer watertight),<\/p>\n Washing (cleaning oneself, washing away everyday dirt\/guilt)<\/p>\n Gasoline: (technology, modernity, fuel of destruction and dissolution) – synthesis of “water” and “fire”).<\/p>\n Earth<\/em>:<\/p>\n the landscapes: Tuscany (in color, present) and Russia (in black and white, memory), which increasingly correlate with one another, overlapping until they can no longer be distinguished from one another.<\/p>\n Air<\/em>:<\/p>\n Cigarette smoke (which rises) ,<\/p>\n Wind (which threatens the candle flame)<\/p>\n Although he has a serious heart condition, he smokes. He is going to die. He is in the new “paradisiacal” landscape of Tuscany, but he thinks of his home, his past, which he has left behind. He has left behind: his wife, his children, his language, his biography, his task. He has made an existential, painful decision, but he has not become “free”, he is in a new place, but he cannot perceive it. He does not perceive the landscape, he does not perceive the beautiful new woman, he does not write any new poems; there is only a connection to the “madman”, a man who lives isolated on the outskirts of the small town. <\/p>\n The poet says to the “madman”: “I understand your deed”. The “madman” locked himself and his family in his house for seven years. Perhaps because he was afraid that he would be forced to leave the family. In that case, he would have wanted to lock himself up and thus protect his family from him leaving them. The Russian poet did not lock himself away, he ran away from his loved one. But he has not been able to solve his dilemma (apparently the same as that of the “madman”) either, because in his thoughts he is in the place from which he fled; he misses the place from which he came. The madman pours petrol on himself and sets himself alight. The poet crosses the pool of healing water with a burning candle, he does what the “madman” has advised him to do. He crosses over to the “madmen”, whose belief in life, in their own existence, exceeds the boundaries of the “reality of the normal”. The final consequence: only in this sphere does it seem possible to live the “unlivable”, to unite the contradiction between mutually exclusive existential desires. <\/p>\n The structure of the last image in the film is strikingly reminiscent of the composition of B\u00f6cklin’s “Isle of the Dead”.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Inner struggle with two contradictory, mutually exclusive basic needs. Hopelessness, because insolubility. Love. Melancholy. Isolation. Action. Death. Longing. Home. Spirituality. Madness. Attempts to orientate oneself towards the feasible, the “normal” […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[184],"tags":[434],"class_list":["post-10003","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art","tag-art"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10003","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10003"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10003\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10003"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10003"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10003"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}