The moving finger writes, and having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety, nor all your wit, shall call it back and cancel out half a line. Nor all your tears wash away a word of it.
The stalks of these flowers are already dried up, but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life. They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life the same time. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artifically with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact that he has to die and to postpone death.
Voices in the forest tell of dark and twisted enchantments - as dark and twisted as the roots and grasping branches of the trees themselves. Even the most gnarled tree is eloquent in the telling of its own tale.
Looking back, I didn’t lose my way. I never knew where I was going in the first place.
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Venus in Furs, 1969, Jesus Franco
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