And, having watched it, I returned to the bulletin board with...
I found it carefully crafted...More broadly than just this movie, I really don't like art works whose "explanation" is the best anyone can bestow. Isn't art first and foremost about falling in love? And when was the last time anyone came up with a credible explanation of love?
But I dislike artful creations about which the first and perhaps most heart-felt words out of an onlooker's mouth might be, "I can explain that."
"The Lobster" was as cuddly as "Ulysses" or some see-the-symbolism existential puzzler. If I want that, I can buy a box of Legos.
But then, of course, taste is just taste.
"Ain't No Cure For Love"
ReplyDeleteI loved you for a long, long time
I know this love is real
It don't matter how it all went wrong
That don't change the way I feel
And I can't believe that time's
Gonna heal this wound I'm speaking of
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure for love
I'm aching for you baby
I can't pretend I'm not
I need to see you naked
In your body and your thought
I've got you like a habit
And I'll never get enough
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure for love
There ain't no cure for love
There ain't no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But they'll never ever find that cure for love
There ain't no drink no drug
(Ah tell them, angels)
There's nothing pure enough to be a cure for love
I see you in the subway and I see you on the bus
I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up
I see your hand, I see your hair
Your bracelets and your brush
And I call to you, I call to you
But I don't call soft enough
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure for love
I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul
I don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much
It's written in the scriptures
It's written there in blood
I even heard the angels declare it from above
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure,
There ain't no cure for love
There ain't no cure for love
There ain't no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But they'll never ever find that cure,
That cure for love
Leonard Cohen