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In the relationship between story and image, I see the story as a kind of vampire trying to suck all the blood from an image. Images are acutely sensitive; like snails they shrink back when you touch their horns. They don't have it in them to be the cart horses, carrying and transporting messages or significance or intention or a moral. But that's precisely what a story wants from them.

Wim Wenders, “Impossible Stories“ (1982)

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“Over the mountains is the shrine to Rita, where all at the end of the line call. Rita is the Saint of the Lost Cause. The saint of all who are at their wits' end, who are hedged in and trapped by the facts of the world. These facts, detached from cause, trapped the Blue Eyed Boy in a system of unreality. Would all these blurred facts that deceive dissolve in his last breath? For accustomed to believing in image, an absolute idea of value, his world had forgotten the command of essence: Thou Shall Not Create Unto Thyself Any Graven Image, although you know the task is to fill the empty page. From the bottom of your heart, pray to be released from image.”

-- Derek Jarman

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Jean-Luc Godard

- Éloge de l'amour aka In Praise Of Love (trailer)

2001

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But perhaps one must add that the image, capable of negating nothingness, is also the gaze of nothingness upon us. It is light, and it is immensely heavy. It shines, and it is the diffuse thickness in which nothing reveals itself. It is the interstice, the spot of this black sun, a laceration that gives us, under the appearance of a dazzling brilliance, the negative in the inexhaustible negative depths. This is why the image seems so profound and so empty, so threatening and so attractive, always richer in meanings than those with which we provide it, and also poor, null, and silent, for in it this dark powerlessness, deprived of a master, advances; it is the powerlessness of death as a beginning-again.
Maurice Blanchot , “The Museum, Art, and Time,” in Friendship (Stanford, Calif.: Stanford University, Press, 1997).
#maurice blanchot#image#jean luc godard#eloge de l'amour#Éloge de l'amour#in praise of love#philosophy
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