Saturday, July 21, 2012

from Hannah Arendt


"the most radical revolutionary will become a conservative the day after the revolution."
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"most evil is done
by people who never make up their minds
to be either good or evil"
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"what guides poetic thinking is the conviction that although the living is subject to the ruin of time, the process of decay is at the same time a process of crystallization, that in the depth of the sea, into which sinks and is dissolved what once was alive, some things “suffer a sea-change” and survive in new crystallized forms and shapes that remain immune to the elements, as though they waited only for the pearl diver who one day will come down to them and bring them up into the world of the living"
Hannah Arendt

from carson mccullers





"there are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which has lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. and somehow every lover knows this. he feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. he comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. so there is only one thing for the lover to do. he must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world - a world intense and strange, complete in himself. let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring - this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth.

now, the beloved can also be of any description. the most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. a man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. the preacher may love a fallen woman. the beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else - but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit.

therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself. it's for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. almost everyone wants to be the lover. and the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. the beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. for the lover is for every trying to strip bare his beloved. the lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain."

Friday, July 20, 2012

mevlville


"of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well- warmed, and well-fed." herman melville

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

A Heart in Winter


"A Heart in Winter" ("Un coeur en hiver")
Directed by Claude Sautet
Written by Claude Sautet and Yves Ulmann
Released 1992
With Daniel Auteuil, Emmanuelle Béart, André Dussolier, and others

At first sight "A Heart in Winter" is the story of a love triangle, a variation of the basic and often filmed competition of two men for the affection of a woman. At second sight, however, the film is a treatment of the philosophical question "What is love?" Unlike typical Hollywood movies, "A Heart in Winter" is not based on such popular premises as: love is the answer to everything, sexual consummation is the ultimate closure, or monogamous commitments are tantamount to happy endings. Sautet's film subverts any such clichés by wondering about the nature of what people call "love," by showing, for example, how much more weighty a passing glance can be than wild cohabitation, or by exploring the possibility that a quiet, solitary life can be as rich and deep as one that is crowded by emotional demands and relentless instinctual pressures.

Mike Lorefice observes in his review of the film: "’Un coeur en hiver’ is the total opposite of the Hollywood romance. It shows love as a problem rather than a solution"(1). And Roger Ebert suggests in his discussion of the same work: "As a general rule, the characters in French films seem more grownup than those in American films. They do not consider love and sex as a teenager might, as the prizes in life" (2). It is, indeed, one of the characteristics of cultures shaped by Hollywood that people keep thinking in terms of adolescents long after they have grown into adults, and it is one of the functions of films like "A Heart in Winter" to encourage an understanding of love and related matters that transcends the hackneyed simplicity to which consumers of commercial entertainment products are regularly treated.

"A Heart in Winter" begins by depicting the relationship between Stephane (Daniel Auteuil) and Maxime (André Dussolier), partners in a small but prestigious company that produces and repairs violins. Maxime is the boss of the outfit, and he takes care of the commercial and client-relation aspects of the business. Stephane works mostly in the backrooms of the shop; he is the undisputed master craftsman who produces and services instruments of the highest quality. Both men have a complete understanding of each other's work, however, and their cooperation is so smooth that they hardly have to use words in their every-day communications. They like the division of labor that they have developed, and they appreciate the difference of their personalities as well. Maxime is a man of the world. He is married, but he also has amorous affairs. He travels all over Europe to see and negotiate with important clients, and he enjoys reporting about his various exploits to his less enterprising partner.

Stephane stays close to the shop; he even lives in the back of the business rooms. His accommodations are minimal—“Spartan,” as Maxime calls them. Stephane lives mostly an inner life. He dislikes traveling, and he rarely makes efforts to get intimate with women. He loves his work and music, and he listens with complete understanding and absorption to the performances and concerts that his clients give. In his spare time he repairs precious antiques, antiques that are related to the history of music. He does not mind that Maxime never asks what he does during his time off. Stephane protects his privacy as much as he enjoys his solitude.

The two men regularly play racket ball together, and Maxime likes to win. Stephane does not mind losing to him. He appreciates Maxim's competitive enthusiasm as much as he delights in the game. Stephane plays for the sake of playing, not the satisfaction of victory. He generally has a quiet, contemplative attitude toward things.

Occasionally the two also lunch together, and it is during one of these lunches that Maxime tells Stephane that something important has happened to him. "What is it?" Stephane asks without moving a muscle in his face. "I will tell you when you wipe that grin off your face," Maxime replies. "It is gone," Stephane assures him with the same deadpan expression. "I have fallen in love," Maxime announces, and by way of a short exchange we learn that he has been seeing Camille, an up-and-coming violinist, that this affair has put an end to his moribund marriage, and that he plans to live with his new love in an apartment that he has recently rented. The reason why he has not mentioned any of this to Stephane before, he explains, is his regard for Camille: she had been somewhat "nervous" about their relationship, and Maxime did not want to "push" her too hard. Maxime knows that Camille's primary commitment is to her art and career, and he is happy to accommodate her wishes.

During this conversation Camille (Emmanuelle Béart) and her agent Régine (Brigitte Catillon) are having lunch just a few tables away. When they get up to leave, Maxime joins them, obviously doting on the violinist. On their way out Camille casts a short but interested glance at Stephane; her lover's lunch companion has not escaped her attention, and he is not a matter of indifference to her. During following encounters her interest increases, as does the reciprocal interest of Stephane. During a visit Stephane asks his former music teacher Lachaume (Maurice Garrell) about Camille. Lachaume remembers her as a "smooth, hard girl" who keeps a certain distance between herself and other people, but who also has some "real temperament" behind the façade of her artistic discipline. When Camille and her agent come to the shop the next day to consult with Stephane about some defect in her violin, the latter gives her competent professional advice, but he is also moved by her beauty and presence.

Camille's interest in Stephane comes clearly to the surface during a rehearsal of Camille and two colleagues who are working on Maurice Ravel's “Sonata and Trio” in preparation for a major recording. Although she is a superb player she keeps getting certain passages wrong. A number of professionally involved persons are attending the rehearsal, but it is Stephane's presence that distracts her. Stephane looks at her, and she looks at him--while trying to read the music at the same time. She finally asks for a glass of water, and Stephane quietly excuses himself and leaves.

At her bookstore Stephane chats with his friend Hélène (Elizabeth Bowgine). "I am beginning to think that she hates me," he tells her, referring to his distracting presence at Camille's rehearsal. "And you sort of enjoy it," Hélène tells him. "It's an interesting development," Stephane admits. Looking at the stacks of newly arrived books Hélène is shelving, he wonders aloud that almost all these works seem to deal with the topic of love, "even the cook books." "Do you find that obscene?" Hélène asks. "No," he assures her, "the literary description of love is often very beautiful."

During a dinner party at Lachaume's house in the country, host and guests get into a discussion about elitism and democracy in art. The question is whether everything that people like should be considered art, or only that which is recognized as serious art by a small number of competent experts. After a while everyone notices that Stephane does not take much part in the lively debate, and that he does not hold a position. When asked about it he admits that he has no opinion in the matter, and that he thinks that both parties to the dispute seem to be right. The arguments, he says, are canceling each other out. "According to you we might as well shut up and be silent," Lachaume remarks with an amused smirk. "That is a tempting thought," Stephan replies.

Camille is annoyed by Stephane’s apparent cop-out. "By talking we do, of course, run the risk of being wrong," she sarcastically remarks. "It’ s always much easier to keep quiet and appear intelligent." "Perhaps I am just afraid," Stephan admits. "He is just trying to be nice," Lachaume proposes. "Definitely," Stephan affirms. Most of the guests like Stephane, but some also resent his reticence, his tendency to withdraw from the verbal and emotional give and take of the people around him. They sense that in spite of his polite and friendly demeanor he is a disquieting stranger who is not at home in their various positions and involvement.

During one of the next days Camille stops by at the shop to pick up Maxime for dinner. Maxime is on the phone, so Camille walks over to where Stephane supervises the repair work of Brice (Stanislas Carre Malberg). She watches Stephane's instructions intently, and when he is finished she follows him to his quarters, where he offers her a drink. They have a talk about Camille's difficult relationship with her mentor and agent Régine, and Stephane is happy to analyze and verbalize the violinist's troubles. Next day during lunch Hélène asks him whether he is in love with Camille. After some hesitation he answers: "I don't think so. No." "Well," Hélène remarks, "she's in love with Maxime, anyway," and Stephane agrees. But then he adds: "I had the impression, though, that she would have preferred to have dinner with me rather than with Maxime." When Hélène looks at him curiously, he qualifies: "Just an impression."

Next we see Maxime and Stephane playing racket ball. Breaking his usual routine, Stephane tricks Maxime with a short ball and wins the game. Maxime has no time for a re-match because he has to catch a plane. "I'll let you savor your victory," he tells his partner with a smile. While he is out of town Stephane unexpectedly appears at Camille's rehearsal and invites her for a drink. Pleasantly surprised Camille accepts and dashes off with him to a nearby bistro. It is a fairly reckless interruption of her and her colleagues' rehearsal, and she gets wet in the pouring rain and is almost run over by a car. She does not mind any of this: she is happy about the lunch and pleasant chat with Stephane. She forgets time, and one of the musicians has to knock at the window of the bistro to call her back to the rehearsal.

Stephane does not follow up his initial move, however, although he had promised Camille to call and see her again. He even seems to avoid her. Although it would ordinarily be part of his professional routine to do so, he does not attend her rehearsals anymore. When she finally calls him he blandly tells her that he has been very busy. Camille becomes rather disturbed and despondent, and Maxime as well as Régine begin to worry about her. Stephane does find time to see a movie with Hélène and a suitor of hers. Standing in line at the movie house Hélène explains to Stephane that "a woman rarely retreats once she has come forward as far as Camille has." But Stephane pretends that everything is fine; Camille, after all, has stopped calling him. He dismisses Hélène's assertion that the stopped calls do not mean anything: "You overestimate my power of attraction," he tells her. "No, I don't," she replies tartly, "and neither do you." It seems quite clear to Hélène that Stephane is playing some sort of game.

Maxime shows Stephane the apartment that he has rented. Workmen are remodeling the place. After pointing out the planned use of the various rooms in his and Camille's future, Maxime gives Camille a call. Listening to the telephone conversation, Stephane suddenly feels ill, and he has to sit down. He looks spaced out, and Maxime has to bring him a glass of water. Apparently there is much more to Stephane's feelings for Camille than he admits--even to himself.

During a chance meeting at a restaurant Camille reproaches Stephane for avoiding her. He denies that he is doing any such thing; he insists that it was his professional obligations that kept him away from her. She ignores his protestations and wants to know why he behaves the way he does: "You live as if feelings did not exist." "What do you want?" he replies. "Some childhood trauma? Some sexual frustration? Some disappointment regarding my vocation?" Stephane implies that such psychological stories or problems are irrelevant, and that it is simply his chosen way of life to be without the passions and feelings that motivate other people. He has no use for the usual amorous relationships, nor does he have any need for intimate friends, and that is that. Camille, however, does not believe him. Angrily she asserts: "Such a thing does not exist. Nobody is that way. This is nothing but a pose."

When Maxime joins them at the table he can see that Camille is suffering, and he realizes what the cause of her misery is. At home the two lovers have a talk in which Camille informs Maxime about her feelings for Stephane, and about everything that has happened--and not happened. They decide to break up. The next morning Maxime calls from the airport to ask Stephan to attend Camille's upcoming recording session. Like a true gentleman he pretends to be asking for a favor, but in reality he does not want to stand between Camille and Stephane; he is helping Camille to get closer to his partner.

Camille's performance at the studio is outstanding; the recording session is an overwhelming success. Everyone present is awed and full of praise. Nobody doubts that a dazzling career lies ahead of the young violinist.

When Stephane congratulates her she asks whether he has his car with him. When he says that he does, she immediately makes arrangements to ride off with him, leaving it to Régine to explain her absence at the planned dinner in her honor. Stephane asks where she wants to go, and she suggests "some bar at some hotel." While Camille happily gives expression to her joy over her success and her feelings for Stephane, the latter grows increasingly uneasy. When she explains her superb performance by saying "I played it all for you," Stephane almost runs into another car. He finally stops at the curb and says: "Camille, I do not have the feelings that you think I have. I am not the man you think I am." And when she does not quite catch what he is driving at, assuring him that she respects his reticence and reserved conduct, and that she will always accept him for who he is, Stephane makes it unambiguously clear that he cannot have the intimate relationship that she desires."Camille," he says, "I do not love you."

His words finally sink in. Camille is crushed. When Stephane attempts a consoling gesture she rejects it vehemently and with hatred. She gets out of the car and walks away, numbed by her disappointment and feeling of humiliation.

Stephane drives out to the estate of his teacher. When he gets close to the house, however, he finds Lachaume quarreling with his housemate, Madame Amet (Myriam Boyer). The woman scolds him for not taking care of his health, and he responds by complaining about being nagged and hounded by her anxious mothering. It is a quarrel that grows out of the genuine concern of Madame Amet for Lachaume's well being, but it also reveals the often annoying and trivial aspects of caring and domesticity. Embarrassed, Stephane retreats before he is noticed.

Meanwhile Camille drowns her sorrow in a bottle of gin. Régine calls Maxime to the apartment of the women because she does not know what to do with her. When Maxime appears, Camille gets up from her bed and starts applying heavy make-up to her face. She looks vulgar and out of character. Like a sleepwalker she walks past her baffled friends and finally shows up at the restaurant where Stephane is having dinner with Hélène. Uninvited she joins the two at their table and harangues them with snide and insulting remarks. Hélène finally gets up and leaves.

Looking at the embarrassed Stephane Camille apologizes in a soft voice: "I can't help it." She is wondering what is happening to her. She pleads once more for Stephane's love, reminding him of the rainy day at the bistro, and of "the words he spoke to her" at the time of that happy encounter. "But I didn't say anything," Stephane replies. At that Camille furiously lights into him; her recriminations become loud and vulgar. The other guests are listening and watching--scandalized and discreetly amused. Screaming, Camille accuses Stephane of being disconnected from life, and of having no idea of passions and dreams even in music. "You should have followed through with your designs at the time. You should have fucked me. You would have been a rat, but that's real life!"

The manager finally prompts Camille to leave the premises--just as Maxime appears on the scene. Maxime walks up to Stepane's table in a cold fury and slaps his partner hard. Stephane crashes to the floor amidst breaking dishes and scattering silverware. It is the violent end of their partnership.

The next day Stephane removes his belongings from the shop and moves in temporarily with Lachaume. In a conversation Lachaume mentions possible motives for Stephane's pursuit and rejection of Camille: Did he want to "rock the boat"? Did he want to "demystify feelings"? Or did he feel unworthy of Camille? All of these are plausible motives, and all of them may well have played a role in Stephane's conduct. But Stephane does not offer any answers or clarifications.

After some time Stephane calls on Camille. He tells her that he has not come to apologize, but that he wants to see her. "Well, you are seeing me," she replies coldly. He tries to explain that she had been right with her accusations, that there is indeed something dead in him, and that this deadness has always made him be "too late for everything in life." It has ruined his chances with her, and it has led to his loss of Maxime. Stephane's explanation is calm, but his words express a certain sadness. Camille shows no sympathy. "It's my turn now to be without feelings," she says while sending Stephane away.

Months go by. Stephane runs his own shop now. Many of the old clients have moved with him; the new business is doing well. As before, he lives close to his work in the back of his shop. Maxime once pays him a friendly visit and congratulates him for his success. He mentions that Camille has recovered from her emotional turmoil, that she is living with him, and that she spends most of her time on concert tours and by working hard on her art.

On another occasion Stephane runs into Régine. When she asks him how he is doing he replies: "I'm getting older." Externally Stephane's life has not changed very much. At work he still manifests his competence and professional authority. We still see him dressed in his impeccable suits and buttoned-down shirts, and he still displays his old equanimity and friendly politeness when he interacts with other people. But there seems to be now a subdued quality to everything he does.

Around this time Lachaume's health deteriorates dramatically. He is in great pain, and he wishes to die. He even has acquired the chemicals and the syringe that would allow his housemate to relieve him of his misery. But Madame Amet loves him, and she cannot bring herself to giving him the fatal injection. One night Maxime brings Stephane to Lachaume's house. Stephane looks at his bedridden teacher calmly, but with deep love and compassion. With his eyes Lachaume points to the syringe. Quietly, and with the same composed expertise with which he handles his violins, Stephane prepares the injection and applies it to his grateful mentor. In the morning Stephane opens the shutters of the window to let in the light; in the distance a rooster announnces a new day.

The last scene of the film shows Stephane and Maxime sitting in a restaurant waiting for Camille. When she appears Maxime goes out to get his car; he is about to drive Camille to the airport for her next concert tour. There is a long silence. "You really liked him, didn't you?" Camille finally asks, referring to the late Lachaume. "I always thought that he was the only person I ever loved," Stephane replies. He implies that he now thinks that there may have been others that he also loved. In an earlier conversation with Camille he had denied that Maxime was his friend; he had insisted that they were just partners. What he has learned now is that all along his feelings for Maxime as well as Camille had been much deeper than he had thought them to be.
Maxime stops his car outside the restaurant, and Camille gets up to leave. "I am glad we met again," Stephane tells her by way of saying good-bye. "I am, too," Camille replies, kissing him politely, but with warmth. As Maxime and Camille drive off, Maxime waves to Stephane, and Stephane waves back. Camille looks down at first, but then raises her eyes at Stephane with such a deep look that no doubt is left about the intensity of her feelings for him.
Platonic Love

Any interpretation of the film will run into the following question: Is Stephane's state of mind and way of life the expression of some shortcoming or even pathology, or does his conduct represent a plausible ideal--a way of life for which even philosophical reasons can be offered? Does Sautet tell the story of a sad failure, or does he give us the outline of a kind of life that is attractive in an unusual way?

Under the influence of Hollywood movies and pop psychology, most viewers will be inclined to look at Stephane as a person who suffers from "psychological problems." Instead of pursuing the woman to whom he is attracted, and instead of responding to her reciprocating interest in the way any "normal" men would, Stephane does not act on his initial impulses, and even withdraws when Camille shows a keen interest in him. It seems obvious that he is "inhibited" in some way, that the "healthy" or "natural" expression of his feelings is blocked by some inner obstacles. The reasons why he does not follow up on his initial advance are not moral, after all; Stephane does not adhere to any code that would prevent him from approaching another man’s woman. The reason for his abstention seems to be an inability to feel. "There is something dead in me," as he puts it himself, and it seems to be this "deadness" that causes him, a good looking heterosexual male in his best years, to be a bachelor, to be thoroughly wedded to his work, and to be entirely content with furthering and enjoying excellence in the realm of music and the arts. What else but some sort of lack of vitality could it possibly be?

Psychologists sometimes divide people into those who are primarily oriented toward other human beings, and those who relate primarily to objects. The former are submerged in the lively world of persons and social relations, while the latter reside in the silent world of things and ideas. Stephane is decidedly the type who feels at home among objects. The first time we see him in his own quarters he is intensely involved in the restoration of a mechanical doll, while his friends are invariably shown in the lively and often noisy company of other people. Maxime, Camille, Regine, or Lachaume come alive when they are soliciting, quarreling, or interacting with swarms of playing children. Stephane seems most intensely alive when he expertly assembles a violin, concentrates on a musician's performance, or quietly sits thinking.

Stephane's life among objects is anything but dead. At first sight one might think that his demeanor is a bit on the catatonic side, and his face may remind one of the impassive mask of Buster Keaton. But Stephane's expressions are never without inner life, and his dark eyes reveal an intensity of feeling that is as vibrant in its way as the more extrovert conduct of the people around him. With respect to body language and facial expressions Stephane is simply a minimalist. His soul is not void of passions and interests, but a place where such feelings have been transformed into something that lies beyond the concerns and commotion of more ordinary lives.

What is different with him could be described in terms of Freudian psychology: Stephane's sexual impulses and energy are alive and well, but they have become for the most part “sublimated” into the love of complex aesthetic expressions and the pursuit of artistic excellence. It is as a consequence of this sublimation that he is more impressed by and interested in the literary descriptions of love, for example, than in the everyday occurrences of the real thing. The transformation of human experiences in the medium of literature and other art forms is far more fascinating in his eyes than the ordinary and often banal dealings that one can observe in everyday life.

The philosophical conception of this sort of sublimation was formulated most famously in Socrates' (or Plato's) theory of love. Love and its sublimation is the central topic of Plato's book Symposium. During the dinner party described in this work all participants give a speech in honor of eros, or love, and in these speeches they put forth their respective conception and definition of its nature. When it is Socrates' turn to speak, the philosopher insists that he does not know enough about the subject to give a coherent lecture. Instead he offers to report a discussion that he once had with a priestess from another city, Diotima of Mantinea. All he knows about love, he says, is what Diotima has taught him about it. As his companions agree to his proposal, Socrates proceeds to lay out Diotima's theory of eros, a conception of the sublimation of sexual energy that has come to be known as "Platonic love."

All human beings, men as well as women, are "pregnant" and desire to "give birth" to some sort of offspring, according to the priestess. They have this desire because offspring is their only way to defeat their otherwise inevitable mortality: "So don't be surprised if everything naturally values its own offspring, because it is for the sake of immortality that everything shows this zeal, which is love" (3). (The translation of this and the following passages is by Alexander Nehamas and Paul Woodruff.)

Offspring, however, can be either of a physical or an intellectual nature; some people leave behind sons or daughters, while others are remembered for their artistic or philosophical creations. Diotima leaves no doubt that she considers the creations of the mind a more valuable offspring than the procreation of bodies: "Everyone would rather have such children than human ones, and would look up to Homer, Hesiod, and the other good poets with envy and admiration for the offspring they have left behind--offspring, which, because they are immortal themselves, provide their parents with immortal glory and remembrance" (4).

What is important in Diotima's theory is her contention that even the most sublime creations of the mind are made possible by the energy of eros. The poetry of Homer or the laws of Solon are as much a product of love's passion as a child. The only difference is that the erotic passion that begets children is comparatively primitive or primeval, while the inspired passion of poets and thinkers is sexual energy that has undergone a series of refining transformations. These transformations are reflected in the progression of steps that a person goes through in his or her intellectual education and cultural sophistication.

One such progression described by the priestess is that from the love of individual beautiful bodies to the love of beauty as such. Young people typically become passionately excited by the physical beauty of another individual, and a natural consequence of this passion is sexual involvement and the bringing forth of a child. Infatuations with other beautiful bodies may follow, and a lover may come to appreciate beauty in many other things as well. A most important step is taken, however, when the inspired contemplation of individual beautiful things leads to the question of what all beautiful things have in common—of what the general essence or idea of beauty may be. By thus moving from the appreciation of individual beautiful things to a general conception of beauty, the lover of beauty is reaching a new plateau of aesthetic experience. The contemplation of beautiful things in conjunction with a general conception of beauty and other comprehensive ideas results in a new and sophisticated inner life. A lover’s sexual energy, which originally was fixated on individual objects, broadens into the love of comprehensive ideas.

The lover of ideas lives in a much enlarged universe. He has, according to Diotima, become a "lover of wisdom," a philosopher. He sees things in wider perspectives. He is not limited anymore to the narrow concerns and outlooks that characterize primal instinctual love, but is able to develop an attitude of relaxed detachment toward all worldly matters. Considering his former infatuation with individual beautiful objects, the philosophical lover “must think that this wild gaping after just one body is a small thing and despise it" (5).

After Socrates has delivered his Diotima report to the dinner guests, there is a disturbance at the gate, and Alcibiades appears with some drinking companions to crash the party. Alcibiades was a successful young general and popular politician in Athens, and one of the most famous of Socrates' students. He was well known for his physical beauty, and notorious as a seducer of women and men. Many assumed that in his younger years he had been a lover of Socrates as well. Plato introduces Alcibiades at this point of the Symposium to convey something about the practical and ethical implications of philosophical love.

Since Alcibiades is not prepared to give yet another speech about the nature of love like the other guests before him, he simply tells the story of how he fared when years ago he tried to seduce his admired teacher. He describes in some detail all the tricks ardent lovers use to achieve the goal of their desires, and how none of these tricks had helped him to have his way with Socrates. At the time he managed to spend a night with Socrates in the same bed and under the same cover. But although Socrates could not be presumed to be blind to Alcibiades' physical beauty, nothing sexual happened. "I swear to you by all the gods and goddesses together," Alcibiades exclaims, "my night with Socrates went no further than if I had spent it with my own father or older brother!" (6)

Alcibiades says that he felt "humiliated" by this rejection, and he describes Socrates' staunch behavior as "utterly unnatural," "hopelessly arrogant," and "unbelievably insolent." Still, his over-all evaluation of his teacher is one of high praise. Socrates represents an absorption in and dedication to the world of ideas that renders him rather indifferent to the temptations and preoccupations of everyday life and ordinary love. Living beyond the drives and cares that shape the lives of most people, the philosopher manifests a degree of unconcern and serenity that results in an unusual degree of sovereign conduct. Alcibiades makes that point by reporting Socrates' behavior in war with its inevitable deprivations.

Now, first, he took the hardships of the campaign much better than I ever did--much better, in fact, than anyone in the whole army. When we were cut off from our supplies, as often happens in the field, no one else stood up to hunger as well as he did. And yet he was the one man who could really enjoy a feast; …(7).

When the Athenian army was routed at Delium in 424 BCE, Socrates did not react with panic, as most of the others did, but retreated calmly and without haste. His calm kept pursuing enemy soldiers at bay. "For, as a rule, you try to put as much distance as you can between yourself and such men in battle; you go after the others, those who run away helter-skelter" (8). Whether it was hunger, extreme cold, or mortal danger, Socrates, according to Alcibiades' testimony, always conducted himself with calm and equanimity--as a man in, but not of the world.

Again, all this is ultimately the result of sublimated love, according to the philosophy of the Symposium. It is the concentrated and intensive appreciation of ideal things and the world of ideas that removes a person from the usual entanglements of sexual desires, small-minded pursuits, or the grip of instinctual fears. Sublimated love is a passion that engenders emotional detachment and it manifests itself in an ethics of distance--distance to the world and the everyday preoccupations of ordinary humans. It is this inner distance to the world that is at the heart of Socrates’ unflappable composure and unworldly conduct.
Stephane’s Way of Being in the World

Stephane, although he does not explicitly subscribe to any philosophy, has much of this Socratic composure. His intimate and concentrated involvement in the world of music and his interest in literature are part of his distance to the ordinary affairs of the world. Listening to the nuances of complex sounds and demanding compositions means more to him than having affairs, traveling places, or raising a family. The consuming entanglements that intimate relationships and caring involvement in the world inevitably bring would be a distraction or disturbance in the kind of life he wishes to live.

Many, like Camille, would consider such an unworldly life as a form of escapism--as a perhaps cowardly retreat from all the things that give substance and meaning to a human life. They would take it for granted that there is something wrong with people who avoid love the way Stephane does, and the only question for them would be the cause of such “unnatural” behavior—selfishness, timidity, fear of commitment, emotional deadness, or some such untoward disposition.

Stephane's own mentioning of "something dead" in him may prompt them to think of his demeanor as something inflicted on him, as a pathological condition that was caused by traumatic events. But Stephane's refusal to become intimate with Camille in the usual way is a choice, a choice that makes sense--even if psychologists should be able to connect it to some story of early trauma. The film provides enough material for the viewer to see that a life entangled in worldly human affairs can be much less attractive than the calm and detached life that Stephane lives. Sexually intimate love, after all, does not only have the enchanting and beatific aspects that typical Hollywood romances emphasize, and that at first are in the foreground of the story of Stephane and Camille, but also unpleasant sides that grow out of the instinctual and often brutish constitution of human beings as part of the animal kingdom. Throughout "A Heart in Winter" Sautet placed a number of scenes that deliberately depict intimate relationships at their less than palatable moments.

When Stephane and Camille have their first get-together at the bistro, for example, they overhear a heated quarrel of a couple seated at a table behind them. The woman screams a number of insults at her lover, and then knocks glasses and dishes off their table. "I fear for their future," Stephane remarks with sarcastic understatement, and Camille observes: "I think the man is crying." The latter seems to be the case, for the woman's attitude suddenly changes. She caresses the man's face with motherly tenderness, while a none too subtle expression of triumph illuminates her features. Obviously, a dark underside of passionate romantic love is shown in this scene, a side that is closely connected to hidden aggressions, power struggles, and strident demands. Romantic love is not often what it appears to be. It is needy appropriation as much as tender giving; it manifests itself in desperate clawing as much as in joyful affirmation. It is a roiling tangle of pleasures and dark drives that gives the lie to the beatific images usually associated with romantic stereotypes of love.

The quarrel between Lachaume and Madame Amet that Stephane observes when he comes to the house of his former teacher sheds additional light on the matter. Here the close connection between genuine affection and aggressive intrusion is even more disturbing, at least to Stephane. Madame Amet nags and pressures Lachaume to take better care of himself--to eat right, to exercise, to stop smoking, and so forth. But Lachaume resents being mothered. He furiously demands: “Stop bulldozing me with your big tits,” and he insists that he does not want to “live glued together.”

Madame Amet responds in kind: she offers to leave him altogether. Lachaume then scolds her for taking things to extremes… And so the quarrel runs its predictable course. There is no doubt that the two care dearly for each other, and that they are deeply committed to their household. But it seems inevitable that periodically hostile feelings arise and ugly exchanges develop. The fact is that love is not just loving: it always brings its dark shadow along. Stephane is rather turned off by such humanness; he has no use for relationship hassles, emotional quibbles, irritability, or the usual domestic spats. To live his contemplative life he needs to keep his mind and time free of such matters; he needs to keep his distance from the entanglements that seem to consume too much of people’s lives.

A short scene involving Camille and Régine highlights yet another disturbing aspect of love: jealousy. While dressing to go out with Maxime and Camille, Régine is very irritable. Fussing about, she complains about lack of time as well as a lack of gratitude on Camille's part for all her efforts on behalf of Camille's career. Régine's specific complaints are not really called for; it turns out that behind her irritation is the growing involvement of Camille with Maxime, and the inevitable lessening of the violinist's close relationship with her mentor and agent. Love, as Régine demonstrates, is possessive, demanding, and egotistic. Perceived threats to assumed rights lead to bitter and ugly recriminations. It is love that makes the lover spit venom at the beloved. Sautet makes sure that we are well aware of how closely related love interests are to petty behavior and negative feelings. It helps the viewer see that Stephane has sound reasons for staying aloof--for not wanting to get involved in the way most people do.

To forestall the conclusion that unpleasant scenes occur only among some people--among individuals, perhaps, who may be immature in some ways or lacking in genteel "social skills"--the film shows that even the most refined and sophisticated persons in this story display the traits that tend to keep Stephane away from the world of ordinary intimacy. When Camille first complains about Stephane's reticence and withdrawal, her voice is soft, and her demeanor expresses nothing but sadness. After his outright refusal of her advances, however, her "real temperament," as Lachaume called it, comes to the surface in violent ways. The very passion that first appeared as charm, joy, and discrete tenderness now finds expression in raucous screaming, wild accusations, and rather crude language.

Maxime, too, loses his civil disposition when his primal passions are roused. When he first learns of Camille's feelings for Stephane he just mentions physical force: "I can't very well beat him up." In the pitched restaurant scene, however, the discrete man of the world is a slugger, even though it is not at all clear that Stephane is guilty of any punishable mischief. Even among very cultured people, in other words, non-sublimated love is bound to reveal its uncivilized aspects. Like Tennyson's unredeemed nature, primal love is "red in tooth and claw." It is a force that Stephane prefers to leave out of his life--in favor of his detached equanimity.

Wisdom literature from many cultures has produced plenty of advice to this effect. The basic truth of Buddhism, for example, counsels that life is essentially suffering, and that faith in something like romantic love is a sort of illusion. In the Western tradition Socrates’ ethics found a prominent and influential continuation in Stoicism, the philosophy that deems tranquil equanimity to be of far greater value than such emotional extremes as infatuation or hateful disgust. (Even classical Hedonism advises against passionate feelings and recommends a relatively detached life of quiet contemplation.) Stephane is a Stoic of sorts. He is skeptical and uncooperative when people seek out the sort of involvement that is bound to produce suffering, emotional clutter, and distracting confusions. Avoiding such emotional turmoil is wisdom for him, and affective minimalism beauty. Stephane’s concentration on art and a few things well done brings about aesthetic perfection as well as inner peace.

It would, of course, be wrong to see "A Heart in Winter" simply as a proselytizing defense or illustration of Platonic love, or Stephane as an exemplary hero whose purpose it is to recommend philosophical principles. Stephane's character, for one thing, is by no means unproblematic. He tells Camille that his siblings used to think of him as somewhat devious, and that he is the first to admit it. The film also makes explicit reference to the work of Mikhail Lermontov--presumably to his signature novel A Hero of Our Time. Early in the film Hélène hands Stephane a book by the Russian writer, suggesting that he would like it. Hélène, as her various remarks show, knows something of Stephane's deviousness, a trait that he shares with the protagonist of Lermontov's novel. This “hero of our time” has a good deal of trouble with love, and his conduct may not be entirely honorable. He makes, for example, a princess fall madly in love with him by carefully avoiding her after his initial advances. "The young princess definitely hates me," he somewhat smugly observes, knowing full well that this hate grows out of the frustrated desires that he inspired in her.

Lermontov’s protagonist is not a sadist, however, but something like a rebel or critic of his culture. He is disgusted with the dubious notion of romantic love that is generally accepted in the society described in A Hero of Our Time. He is, unlike the people around him, keenly aware that amorous relationships are a "war," and that "thirst for power" inspires much of what happens in them. He is annoyed by the young women who keep reading and dreaming about romances and romantic love (in the way today’s consumers relish formula-driven romances in soap operas or Hollywood films), and refuse to see the falseness in their notion of love. "I despise women so that I don't have to love them," he once tells an army colleague. "For otherwise life would be too ridiculous a melodrama."

While Stephane may not share the missionary militancy of Lermontov's modern hero, he is well aware of the subconscious power plays that pervade romantic relationships, and he has definitely been willing to engage in them himself--as a sort of “game." To explain his lack of romantic feelings he tells Camille that he made his initial advances in the same spirit in which he plays racket ball. He clearly has no use for the kind of sentiments that most people cherish and desire in such situations. Stephane’s declaration that Maxime is just his partner, and not a friend, shows how hard he has been trying to purge all feelings from his personal relationships. Like Lermontov’s hero he disdains the sentimental culture around him, and he prefers to fashion his life and social relationships as sober and object-oriented as possible. (Stephane’s sober objectivity was the reason why he was chosen to assist Lachaume with his suicide. That assistance required a kind of love that was free of sentimentality.)

To say that Stephane’s character is problematic implies seeing that his abstention from feelings and involvement was not just motivated by a Platonic love of ideas, but also by the “deadness” that he mentions in his conversations with Camille. In the end Stephane does not rule out that there may be a psychological origin of his Stoic disposition, and that his conduct may be seen by some as regrettable. But that does not invalidate his emotional minimalism as a plausible ideal. Socrates’ teachings still make sense, and the drawbacks that Stephane sees in a culture of primal or primitive feelings are still something to be seriously considered.

The avoidance of emotional extremes cannot claim the status of an absolutely valid doctrine, of course. Camilles temporary vulgarity, after all, is the flip side of her superb performance as an artist, and Stephane’s self-confessed lack of artistic talent may have more than a coincidental relation with his emotional abstinence. ("I do not trust winter, because it is the season of comfort," Arthur Rimbaud wrote in A Season in Hell. Exposure to extreme experiences and passions was a necessary condition for truly great art in his eyes.) Still, Stephane’s life and conduct as such are not a failure, and his Platonic chastity has much to recommend it as a philosophy of life. While most people may prefer summer or other lively seasons, winter definitely has its own beauty.
(From Jorn K. Bramann: Educating Rita and Other Philosophical Movies)

Thanks to Stephen Dunn and Jim Ralston for their insightful critiques and commentaries of this essay.

faculty.frostburg.edu/phil/forum/Winter1.htm
 

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Peace Like a River - Paul Simon


ah, peace like a river ran through the city
long past the midnight curfew
we sat starry-eyed
ooh, oh,we were satisfied
o-o-oh, when i remember
misinformation followed us like a plague
nobody knew from time to time
if the plans were changed
oh, oh, oh, if the plans were changed.

you can beat us with wires
you can beat us with chains
you can run out your rules
but you know you can't outrun the history train
i seen a glorious day, aiee------

ah, four in the morning
i woke up from out of my dreams
nowhere to go but back to sleep
but i'm reconciled
oh, oh, oh, i'm going to be up for a while
oh, oh, oh, i'm going to be up for a while

oh, oh, oh, i'm going to be up for a while

Peace Like a River - Paul Simon

from w. blake

"to see world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour"

william blake

"...
some are born to sweet delight
some are born to the endless night
..."
(auguries of innocence)

"my mother bore me in the southern wild,
and i am black, but o! my soul is white;
white as an angel is the english child:
but i am black as if bereav'd of light.

my mother taught me underneath a tree
and sitting down before the heat of day,
she took me on her lap and kissed me,
and pointing to the east began to say.

look on the rising sun: there god does live
and gives his light, and gives his heat away.
and flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
comfort in morning joy in the noon day.

and we are put on earth a little space,
that we may learn to bear the beams of love,
and these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

for when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear
the cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
and round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

thus did my mother say and kissed me,
and thus i say to little english boy;
when i from black and he from white cloud free,
and round the tent of god like lambs we joy:

i'll shade him from the heat till he can bear,
to lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
and then i'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
and be like him and he will then love me"

william blake



Monday, July 2, 2012

ghalil cibran - the prophet

*picture: nuri iyem
 
"then almitra spoke again and said, "and what of marriage, master?"

and he answered saying:

you were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

you shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.

aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of god.

but let there be spaces in your togetherness,

and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

love one another but make not a bond of love:

let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.

give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.

for only the hand of life can contain your hearts.

and stand together, yet not too near together:

for the pillars of the temple stand apart,

and the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."

ghalil cibran - the prophet

merriage?


a reporter asked the couple:
-how did you manage to stay together for 65 years?
the woman replied
-we were born in a time if something was broken we would fix it, not throw it away.

Hugo


"I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured if the entire world was one big machine. I couldn't be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do. Maybe it's the same with people. If you lose your purpose, it's like you're broken."
/The movie: Hugo/

When I watched/heard this part of the movie, I cried a lot...

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Don't Forget Me Istanbul

By Artsvi Bakhchinyan
The name Eric Nazarian is not unknown to Armenia’s film audiences. For three years, from 2008-10, the Armenian American film director participated in the Golden Apricot International Film Festival in Yerevan. His first feature film as writer-director, “The Blue Hour,” was awarded four prizes in 2008: the Golden Apricot for Best Film in the Armenian Panorama, the Ecumenical Jury Award, the Prime Minister’s Award, and the Diaspora Ministry’s Special Award for Directing.
Filmmakers Eric Nazarian and Aida Begic on the set of BOLIS 300x200 How an Armenian Filmmaker Got the ‘G Word’ in a Turkish Movie
Filmmakers Aida Begic and Eric Nazarian on the set of 'Bolis'
It was a nice surprise to learn that Nazarian’s next movie has been made in Turkey, as part of an international omnibus project called “Do Not Forget Me, Istanbul.” The film premiere took place at the Istanbul Film Festival last April and is currently on the festival circuit. In the film, seven different filmmakers present some scenes from the life of the various ethnic minorities of Istanbul. Josephina Markarian, a Greek Armenian currently living in Istanbul, also joined the project. Nazarian, who was born in Armenia and has lived in the U.S. since he was a child, presents a personal story of his compatriot who is the descendant of one of the oldest communities of the city on the Bosphorus. In 18 minutes, Nazarian’s film, entitled “Bolis,” captures the everyday life, conversations, and brief encounter between a Diasporan Armenian musician, Armenak, and a Turkish widow. Through their encounter, the tragic history of one nation is unraveled through Armenak’s story.
Theirs is a simple story reminding us about the presence of the past within the modern-day psyche of Armenians worldwide and the responsibility of the inheritors on both sides to speak openly about a history that has been buried but refuses to be forgotten. Below, my conversation with Nazarian reveals some aspects of this unprecedented Armenian-Turkish cooperation.

Artsvi Bakhchinyan:
Eric, nowadays news of Armenian-Turkish collaboration doesn’t surprise one as it used to. But how did you come to join this project?
Eric Nazarian: My friend Cigdem Mater introduced the project to me. Huseyin Karabey, the producer, invited me to participate in the omnibus. The theme of what we remember and what we force ourselves to forget is important for me as an Armenian and as a filmmaker. The goal of the project that was initially pitched to me was to remind Istanbul through these films of the past cultures that contributed to what the city is today. These past cultures have over time been “forgotten,” hence the title “Do Not Forget Me, Istanbul.” I felt my story of Armenak’s journey to Bolis (Istanbul) fit thematically. The film is based on my feature screenplay “Bolis,” which follows Armenak from Los Angeles to Istanbul to find his grandfather’s oudshop and a family heirloom that disappeared during the Armenian Genocide.
Writer Director Eric NAZARIANs BOLIS Still photograph of Jacky NERCESSIAN 300x200 How an Armenian Filmmaker Got the ‘G Word’ in a Turkish Movie
Nazarian's Bolis (Photo by Jacky Nercessian)
A.B.: You were born in Armenia, your parents came from Iran, now you live in the U.S. What is Armenian Bolis for you?
E.N.: When I was a child, I went to American school on weekdays and Armenian school on weekends. Everything I learned about cinema, literature, and art I owe a tremendous gratitude to my beloved father Haik, aunt Parik, uncle Haso, and my entire family who raised me to appreciate the cultures and arts of all nations. My first recollection of this term “Bolis” is from my beloved grandfather Hovhannes who would tell me these beautiful and textured stories of all the writers and poets of Constaninople, as Istanbul was called in the days of black and white Daguerrotype photographs. He introduced me to Daniel Varoujan, Siamanto, Krikor Zohrab. My aunt Parik introduced me to Gomidas Vartabed. My father Haik, who was a photographer, introduced me to the timeless images of Ara Guler. My grandfather, father, and aunt taught me about the amazing Armenian heritage and culture of Bolis. When I went back to make my film, I wanted to pay tribute to this world of “Old Bolis” through music because cinema is an audiovisual medium. For me, cinema is my wife. Music is my mistress. The music of Udi Hrant Kenkulian is the essence of Istanbul Armenian blues. What Ray Charles was to soul and blues, Udi Hrant is to Armenian/Turkish music: a true legend. When I first heard him in college, I didn’t know he was blind. When I read more about his life, his music resonated with me even more. “Srdis Vra Kar Muh Gah” is every bit as pure and powerful as the great blues spirituals of the Mississippi Delta of the ’30s and ’40s. The first day I docked in Istanbul, I told my assistant to take me straight to the Sisli Armenian Gregorian Cemetery, where I visited Udi Hrant’s family plot and later shot a pivotal scene in the film. It was an honor and deeply humbling to be standing by the ground where he rests.

A.B.:
I completely agree with your hero, that Istanbul is a kind of opium. That city is very addictive.
E.N.: Istanbul for me is a paradox and a mystery. It’s an onion I peeled everyday knowing I would never get to its core. The city is too complex and full of so much history. I’m not sure if it is possible to uncover even a fraction. I arrived in Istanbul with extremely mixed emotions. When the plane docked, my mind fluttered with all the images of Armin Wegner and the archive photos of the Near East Relief during the time of the genocide: the deportations, Gomidas, Siamanto, Daniel Varoujan, and all the intellectuals and members of society arrested on that awful day [April 24, 1915]. I arrived tensed up and angry, but thanks to my friends and Bolsa-Hyes [Istanbul Armenians], I soon realized that a part of my cultural DNA truly hails from there. There are certain streets in Istanbul that inspired an extremely uncanny sense of deja-vu. I still don’t know how to describe this feeling. It felt as if I was coming home, yet I knew I was still a stranger in this city. It was a very bizarre but also very poetic state of mind to be drifting in. I realized in this state that not genocide, not persecution, not politics can ever dilute or diminish the extraordinary contributions of the Armenian people to the architecture, culture, history, heritage, music, and society of Istanbul. From Mimar Sinan and the Balian brothers, to the high priests of architecture in Istanbul to Udi Hrant, Hrant Dink, and beyond, some of the greatest minds and spirits of the Armenian people hail from Bolis. Yes, as much as I felt an “ambivalence,” as the character Armenak says in the film, I also felt that the city was very “addictive.” Between “ambivalence” and “addictive” I think these two words come close to describing this paradox that Istanbul is for me.
A.B.: In our days it seems to be in fashion to depict a “return to the roots.” But the return of your hero, Armenak Mouradian, seems to be quite different…
E.N.: Journeying to our roots does not begin or end with one or two or three journeys. I think every day, we journey a little bit into the past of our families and collective culture of humanity, be it Armenia or Greece, Mexico or Russia. I love world culture, so for me every day is a journey to my roots as an Armenian, but more importantly, as a human being capable of being touched by artists from around the world. The character of Armenak in my film feels a foreboding uncertainty; at the same time, he feels a duty as an Armenian to face the past and go in search of it, like any mythological character on a quest to find a place or a person. I’m realizing more and more that whatever we end up looking for in the “outside” world, ends up becoming an “interior” journey to discover our souls and what our calling in life is. For Armenak, the search for his grandfather’s oud shop that was destroyed on April 24, 1915 is a part of his calling. The discovery of this place unleashes the pain and the transcendence he needs to be able to fully accept what happened in 1915. It is my hope that audiences will start to realize, especially in Turkey, that the vast majority of what we call the Western Armenian Diaspora was created because of the genocide. Why else would Hadjn-tsis end up in Argentina, or Musa Ler-tsis in Port Said, or Cilician Armenians in Marseilles? They boarded the first ships that would carry them away from the massacres and deportations. And now, almost a hundred years later, for the descendants of the genocide like Armenak, April 24, 1915 is still yesterday.
A.B.: For the first time, the word “genocide” has been used in a Turkish film. How did it happen? What was the reaction during the premiere in Istanbul?
E.N.: For me, it was absolutely fundamental that my film clearly and openly use the word “genocide.” It is a part of my character’s psyche and history. It is what happened to my people, so of course I will speak about it very clearly. It was also a condition of my participation that I speak freely about the genocide. I was not there at the premiere in Istanbul, as I was finishing a dear friend’s film. My jigerov actors, Jacky Nercessian and Serra Yilmaz, were present. They told me that the entire audience was rapt in silence during the monologue scene. When Armenak’s character says, “…my grandmother’s entire family from Aintab and Arabkir disappeared during the genocide,” Jacky painted a nice picture of the audience sitting in front of him. Nearly every head turned to its neighbor in disbelief over hearing the word. I was very moved to hear that the film resonated with a lot of people. My friends from Golden Apricot were present in the audience that night and wrote a very beautiful email to me, saying how touched the audience was. I really want to make films that can bridge the gap between Armenians and Turks. It is time to shake things up and find new ways to communicate through cinema. We have the potential to understand our common humanity through dialogue and discuss the past with whoever is open and willing to listen and share stories. This is one of many ways forward. Politicians will continue to argue, shake hands, sign documents, and smile for the cameras. They are the international diplomats. Artists on the other hand, are the cultural diplomats and bridge builders between cultures. Let politics take its course and let the artists create freely. I must say how proud I am of the Armenian Turkish Cinema Platform at the Golden Apricot International Film Festival in Yerevan for continuing to push this dialogue by inviting Armenian and Turkish filmmakers to exchange ideas and make films together.

A.B.:
The acting by the two main characters is quite impressive. There could not have been a better choice than Jacky Nercessian, but I was surprised to see Turkish actress Serra Yilmaz, whom I have seen previously in two Italian films on gay issues.
E.N.: Jacky Nercessian I remember from when I was in junior high school from Henri Verneuil’s “Mayrig” film. I met him in Paris some years ago when I was screening my first feature film, “The Blue Hour.” I’ll never forget what an impression he made on me. He looks like the Armenian Ben Kingsley. Full of so much life. I am very grateful to Atom Egoyan who recommended Jacky at the Golden Apricot Film Festival. I reconnected with him and we pledged to work together. Also, my dear friend Vahe Berberian was a great inspiration. I initially wrote the role of Armenak for Vahe. My aunt Parik Nazarian was my hero and talisman throughout this entire journey, inspiring me with the music of Gomidas and the song, “Surp Garabed Em Gnatsel” that opens the film. Serra Yilmaz is a barekam [friend]. She is a natural-born actress with such an incredible soul. I hope I will be making films with Jacky and Serra for years to come. We had an amazing working relationship on set. This experience would not have been the same without their total support of the story I needed to tell.

A.B.:
I noticed that the bright and dark scenes are juxtaposed in your film. Did you do this on purpose? Also, the shadows play an essential role in film, and seem to symbolize how many things are shadowed in this city…
E.N.: My background is in photojournalism and cinematography, so naturally everything begins with making the right images tell the story. I wanted to make “Bolis” an intimate and panoramic vision of the story. That’s why there are so many locations, from the Bosphorus to the amazing antique shops in Kadikoy, to the Zincirlikuyu cemetery, to the back alleys of Cukur Cuma, to a nightclub in the heart of Istanbul, to the Armenian cemetery in Sisli. The entire city is light and shadow. In a color film shot on HD, I wanted to let the shadows sink into Jacky’s face when he talks about the dark chapter in his family’s history in the basement of the antique shop. Serra has such an evocative and expressive face. We tried to light her as minimally as possible because her eyes do all the talking, Jacky has such an incredible presence on screen. With HD, you can get away with not lighting too much, which means you can shoot faster. That’s a blessing, especially if you have so many locations. I really enjoyed working with my production crew. We were zigzagging all over Istanbul making a movie about a Turk and an Armenian finding a common bond. I knew this was a special project and wanted it to be an ode to my family who inspired me to create cinema and a love letter to the heritage of Old Bolis.
A.B.: One of the most important components in the film is the music…
E.N.: Music is central to the film. I wanted to open with “Surp Garabed” over Jacky’s journey from the European side of Istanbul to the Anatolian side, where he goes to an authentic oud shop to get his oud re-stringed. Then we cut to haunting Turkish blues sung by an Armenian lady from Erzerum or Kayseri. We discovered the song on a very old LP that the gentleman who owned the antique store introduced me to. He was a rare collector of antique gramophones and Coca-Cola knick-knacks from the ‘40s and ‘50s. It was a trip down memory lane. I love the antique shops in Kadikoy. I could easily spend a month roaming through them in search of that lost past of the city that somehow never goes away. It is present on every corner in the city. Thanks to my dear friend Maral Aktokmakian, from the amazing Aras Armenian publishing house in Istanbul, and her husband Arto Erdogan. They introduced me to Taniel Akhbareeg (little brother) who is the oud player from the wonderful band “Knar.” Taniel Akhbareeg hails from Dikranagerd. He performed the solo of “Sari Sirun Yar” that closes the film. I am indebted to Maral, Arto, and Taniel for their love and support during the making of this film. This film and my experience in Istanbul would never have been the same without them.

A.B.:
And when we can see your film in Armenia?
E.N.: Hopefully we will screen it this year during the wonderful Golden Apricot International Film Festival.

sources:
http://www.armenianweekly.com/2011/11/03/armenian-filmmaker/

Friday, April 27, 2012

Politics of the Plate: The Price of Tomatoes

Barry Estabrook
Originally Published March 2009
If you have eaten a tomato this winter, chances are very good that it was picked by a person who lives in virtual slavery. 
tomato 
*Photograph by Scott Robinson 
 
Working at breakneck speed, you might be able to pick a ton of tomatoes on a good day, netting about $50 at 45 cents per 32-pound basket. But a lot can go wrong.

Driving from Naples, Florida, the nation’s second-wealthiest metropolitan area, to Immokalee takes less than an hour on a straight road. You pass houses that sell for an average of $1.4 million, shopping malls anchored by Tiffany’s and Saks Fifth Avenue, manicured golf courses. Eventually, gated communities with names like Monaco Beach Club and Imperial Golf Estates give way to modest ranches, and the highway shrivels from six lanes to two. Through the scruffy palmettos, you glimpse flat, sandy tomato fields shimmering in the broiling sun. Rounding a long curve, you enter Immokalee. The heart of town is a nine-block grid of dusty, potholed streets lined by boarded-up bars and bodegas, peeling shacks, and sagging, mildew-streaked house trailers. Mongrel dogs snooze in the shade, scrawny chickens peck in yards. Just off the main drag, vultures squabble over roadkill. Immokalee’s population is 70 percent Latino. Per capita income is only $8,500 a year. One third of the families in this city of nearly 25,000 live below the poverty line. Over one third of the children drop out before graduating from high school.
Immokalee is the tomato capital of the United States. Between December and May, as much as 90 percent of the fresh domestic tomatoes we eat come from south Florida, and Immokalee is home to one of the area’s largest communities of farmworkers. According to Douglas Molloy, the chief assistant U.S. attorney based in Fort Myers, Immokalee has another claim to fame: It is “ground zero for modern slavery.”
The beige stucco house at 209 South Seventh Street is remarkable only because it is in better repair than most Immokalee dwellings. For two and a half years, beginning in April 2005, Mariano Lucas Domingo, along with several other men, was held as a slave at that address. At first, the deal must have seemed reasonable. Lucas, a Guatemalan in his thirties, had slipped across the border to make money to send home for the care of an ailing parent. He expected to earn about $200 a week in the fields. Cesar Navarrete, then a 23-year-old illegal immigrant from Mexico, agreed to provide room and board at his family’s home on South Seventh Street and extend credit to cover the periods when there were no tomatoes to pick.

Lucas’s “room” turned out to be the back of a box truck in the junk-strewn yard, shared with two or three other workers. It lacked running water and a toilet, so occupants urinated and defecated in a corner. For that, Navarrete docked Lucas’s pay by $20 a week. According to court papers, he also charged Lucas for two meager meals a day: eggs, beans, rice, tortillas, and, occasionally, some sort of meat. Cold showers from a garden hose in the backyard were $5 each. Everything had a price. Lucas was soon $300 in debt. After a month of ten-hour workdays, he figured he should have paid that debt off. But when Lucas—slightly built and standing less than five and a half feet tall—inquired about the balance, Navarrete threatened to beat him should he ever try to leave. Instead of providing an accounting, Navarrete took Lucas’s paychecks, cashed them, and randomly doled out pocket money, $20 some weeks, other weeks $50. Over the years, Navarrete and members of his extended family deprived Lucas of $55,000. Taking a day off was not an option. If Lucas became ill or was too exhausted to work, he was kicked in the head, beaten, and locked in the back of the truck. Other members of Navarrete’s dozen-man crew were slashed with knives, tied to posts, and shackled in chains. On November 18, 2007, Lucas was again locked inside the truck. As dawn broke, he noticed a faint light shining through a hole in the roof. Jumping up, he secured a hand hold and punched himself through. He was free.

What happened at Navarrete’s home would have been horrific enough if it were an isolated case. Unfortunately, involuntary servitude—slavery—is alive and well in Florida. Since 1997, law-enforcement officials have freed more than 1,000 men and women in seven different cases. And those are only the instances that resulted in convictions. Frightened, undocumented, mistrustful of the police, and speaking little or no English, most slaves refuse to testify, which means their captors cannot be tried. “Unlike victims of other crimes, slaves don’t report themselves,” said Molloy, who was one of the prosecutors on the Navarrete case. “They hide from us in plain sight.”

And for what? Supermarket produce sections overflow with bins of perfect red-orange tomatoes even during the coldest months—never mind that they are all but tasteless. Large packers, which ship nearly $500 million worth of tomatoes annually to major restaurants and grocery retailers nationwide, own or lease the land upon which the workers toil. But the harvesting is often done by independent contractors called crew bosses, who bear responsibility for hiring and overseeing pickers. Said Reggie Brown, executive vice president of the Florida Tomato Growers Exchange, "We abhor slavery and do everything we can to prevent it. We want to make sure that we always foster a work environment free from hazard, intimidation, harassment, and violence." Growers, he said, cooperated with law-enforcement officers in the Navarette case.

Two Literary Heroes: Hayy bin Yaqzan and Robinson Crusoe




 Two Literary Heroes:
Hayy bin Yaqzan and Robinson Crusoe

I will share some useful information about two different heroes who were created by writers. I will give some separate information about them and then compare them. This can help us to reach some interesting conclusion about these two heroes. My main intentions will be about two imaginative men whose names were Hayy bin Yaqzan and Robinson Crusoe. They both found themselves in a lonely island in different writers’ novels. They have become very popular figures in some societies and have caught the attentions of philosophers and political economists throughout the years.
Hayy bin Yaqzan:
The novel that was named Hayy bin Yaqzan and was written by Ebu Cafer Ibn Tufayl in the 1100’s. After 14th century this novel was translated to different European languages and made huge impression in these societies. It was translated to Latin in 1671 and to English in 1708.  Famous philosopher Spinoza and Leibniz were impressed by this hero: Hayy bin Yaqzan. The author, Ibni Tufayl inspired by Ibni Sina who was the most talented Turkish physicians and philosopher and wrote a similar story. The novel was translated to different languages with different names, such as The Journey of the Soul.
            Hayy bin Yaqzan was grew up in an isolated island. As a result of some attack to his family's town, his mother put him in a basket same as Moses and let him to taken by the sea. She was left behind crying and probably they all died after this dramatic event. Later a female antelope found him and raised him. He thought she was his mother. After the antelope gave a birth, Hayy realized that his new brother was not look like him. He became confused and depressed. He started to realize that he was different and he belonged to different types of creatures which did not exist nearby him. The first action that awareness made him to do was cover up his masculine part of his body, same as Adam. He pushed his abilities to seem and act more closely with the other members of the island. He tried to fly, but the result was fiasco.

When he was around 7, his mother the antelope became old and sick. Hayy started to learn how to use the materials that he could find from the forest and take care of the antelope with loyalty. When the mother antelope died he was faced with the reality of death. First, he thought that if he warmed the body enough his mother could be liven up again, but the result was negative. He then started to do a kind of autopsy to discover what was dismissing from her body that made her motionless. He checked all of the antelope's body parts and finally he opened her heart and found some emptiness in it. This was a kind of metaphor about the soul. The body was the same, but emotionless and some invisible thing left the body which was centered in the heart according to the creator of this story. He was not sure what to do with her, but thankfully he saw two crows that were fighting with each other. At the end, one crow kills the other and digs a hole and burry it in the ground. Hayy thought he must do the same thing for the antelope, too. This seems to refer to Adam’s two sons, Abel and Cain’s story.
After this tragic event, Hayy started to discover the entire island by himself. He could communicate with the nature by imitating their sounds and actions. This is a nice similarity with Prophet Solomon’s ability to communicate with birds which I learned from the Quran. In some part of Hayy’s adventure of life, he was lost in a huge and long cave in the darkness. If we accept the island equal to the world, the cave can be our lives especially our inner world where we have a lot of conflicts, labyrinths where we commonly lost. Even without thinking without a regular civilization and lack of language, he could still reach some high level of intellectual mind and find a God that Hayy spoke by using his inner voice. This was a kind of proof about the ability of reaching God in all circumstances even without prophets. (Hayy bin Yaqzan)
After a while, one man from a civilization, from a neighbor island came to the island, his name was Absal. After Hayy got enough ability to explain his life, he shared his knowledge and his awareness that he gained from his past experiences. In the book, Hayy was comparing his personal knowledge about God with urban man’s education based knowledge. Hayy and his friends surprised the similarities of their knowledge. Hayy’s beliefs and knowledge are purer than the others. This idea can be a useful trigger for the reader of the book to think about these topics deeper.

Absal invited Hayy bin Yaqzan to his ship and they went to his land. Hayy bin Yaqzan met with Absal’s best friend Salaman. They discussed what they thought about God and universe which was very different than customary beliefs. They realized that this awareness was not for all society. After some level of knowledge, they were not getting along well with others intellectually. They decided to go back to isolated island and live together. (Hayy bin Yaqzan)
Hayy bin Yaqzan became a foundation of many similar stories, especially, Robinson Crusoe became very popular. Since Europe has more advertisement power, then these kinds of stories and novels called Robinsonade type. Robinson Crusoe became more popular than Hayy due to the fact that the story came from Europe.

Robinson Crusoe:
            The second hero is Robinson Crusoe which was written by British Writer Daniel Defoe in 1729. The hero of the book lived on an island for 27 years. The novel includes the stories of Robinson’s life, but his special experience in the island. We can read his adventure as a simple story made especially for children, but with its all metaphoric specialties it symbolizes a white people who colonize the nature and nonwhite people. (Robinson Crusoe)
            Robinson Crusoe is very famous hero in the world. His story has been used in many humors. If we can think metaphorically about Robinson’s story’s environments, too, we can say the ship was the womb of his mother and he came to the island/world all wet and weak. He was helpless in the island, but he could use some materials from the ship’s debris to survive. It might be a little pushy, but this can feed our mother and giving birth metaphor, too. This is very similar to Adam’s first situation on the world, too. When Robinson reached to the coast of the island, he thought that he was punished by God. Then after he saw all the rest of his friend dead, he realized that he was the only lucky one.

            In this isolated island, Robinson lived twenty-four years all alone and later tree years with his slave/friend Cuma. Cuma was the first nonwhite, colored important character in British novels. As a result of this, Cuma is very important for the history of the British literature and the people who do not accept themselves as “white”. Robinson called him friend, but he was basically his loyal, friendly slave. Robinson first taught him to call him Master even before he taught him “yes” and “no” in English. He wanted to make Cuma learn English only to make him follow his orders. Before Cuma, he had to do his own works all by himself. Robinson’s adventures in the island are still interesting for many people including me even though it is a perfect symbol of Capitalism and Colonialism. Robinson also tried to teach his “friend” Cuma Christianity and Evil. It was interesting because Cuma was not aware of Evil before. Robinson had a hard time to introduce Evil metaphorically to Cuma. I was very interesting for me.
            According to Jonathan Swift, he wrote Gulliver's Adventures as an answer to Robinson Crusoe individualist and selfish character. From my Turkish Philosophy discussion group, I learned that Robinson is a perfect example for individualism and Capitalist System’s neoclassical Economy. He has been a topic for several major lessons. Robinson’s story was created nearly 500 years later than Hayy bin Yaqzan. If we compare both heroes, Hayy did not try to control the island’s environments under his power. He tried to be one part of that nature. He grew up in that island, which could be the reason for his peaceful character. On the contrary, Robinson was already poisoned by the civilized world. He was an adult when he reached the island. As a result of this, he wanted to copy his old actions in the new island by different ways. He domesticated the animals to have benefits from them. He made a slave from a man who he met after his 24 lonely years in the island. The accidents of these two heroes’ lives were very similar, but their attitudes were totally different.

            In addition, Robinson was not a very good believer until he had these specific experiences on the island. He was arguing with God though his inner voices during his struggle on the island. After a lot of good and bad experiences, he used all the knowledge that he gained from this struggle to have a better communication with God. However, the main attention of Robinson was about controlling the island. Both of the stories have interesting example of humankind’s courage to survive. From this perspective, they are very heuristic, too.
            There is a nice part of Robinson Crusoe’s back cover:
"In the first place, I was removed from all the wickedness of the world here. I had neither the lust of the eye, or the pride of life. I had nothing to covet; for I had all that I was now capable of enjoying; I was lord of the whole manor... I might call myself king or emperor..." (Robinson Crusoe, Back Cover)
            The people on the earth who are aware of Hayy bin Yaqzan and Robinson Crusoe; have learned many different things from these two separate heroes. I personally like Hayy bin Yaqzan because of his view about nature and God. I criticize Robinson Crusoe due to the fact that he saw the land and Cuma as his own. In my daily life because Robinson is better known, I can use him as an example to emphasize my own loneliness in the world metaphorically. I wish more people could read Hayy bin Yaqzan and think about his story. I grew up his story by watching in cartoon version. I still keep the taste of the story in my soul’s abstract tongue.
 Mute Translator-Meryem