Red Desert (Il Deserto Rosso), 1964, dir. Michelangelo Antonioni

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RED DESERT




He sees a red door and he wants to paint it black.
He sees a green field and he has to paint it grey.
What are the colors of the
spaces in between?
What is the texture of the pain
that is unseen?

He points out something that is not quite yet a fact.
He does it openly and yet behind your back.
Can you really tell a caress
from an attack? At random, people
circle, interact.


Cool colors fight with warm,
opening a crack.
Poison plumes of yellow smoke
roil up to scorch the sky; little birdies
have to learn to
fly the other way.


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Accatone! (1961) (Italy) Dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini

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ACCATONE! (1961)


Some pimps should just stay home.
Some pimps ain't got no luck.
This one hangs around in a slum
with his chums--so in fact

he doesn't leave home.
One day broke luckless Accatone
sees a nice girl
and is stunned.

He wants her
as she is, but he needs her
to making a living, so
to the streets she goes.


Disenchantment with his niche
leads Accatone to take a radical step
toward a more honest profession:
stealing.

but pimps aren't meant
to work
and it is
his undoing.

Everyone in this,
Passolini's first
movie,
is hungry, yet

their specific charm lies
in the inability
to imagine
food

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