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The Hour of the Wolf (Vargtimmen) (1968)
The blackest blacks you've ever seen
float up to the surface of the screen
and swim there, rippling the membrane
between reality and gothic beauty
then dart out dagger-like from the movie
across the space you thought was safe
and bat-like
bite into you
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clip here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq7OM-wi1AY&feature=related
The Purpose of this Blog...
Originally, it was "To watch all the important films in World Cinema and write something intelligent in response."
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Originally, it was "To watch all the important films in World Cinema and write something intelligent in response."
It was an ambitious goal, and I was making some progress. I have slowed down considerably. This is still meant to be a blog of poetry about film. I may add some trivia or prose. I just added a poem about a cable series. It is an evolving project.
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Friday, June 5, 2009
The Hour of the Wolf (Vargtimmen)
Labels:
cinema. poetry,
film,
Hour of the Wolf,
Ingmar Bergman,
movies,
Vargtimmen
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