Sunday, March 13, 2005

Bleu, by Krzyztof Kieslowski

I just watched Bleu for the second time. And finished watching it I think for the first. It's a very powerful psychological portrait of a woman who has lost her husband and daughter, who has a legacy of music to carry on. It's more than this.
But I must sleep. I have realized long ago that my body and mind and soul are struggling with a thing which has grown, which has become exascerbated by my time in Iraq. I feel as if I'm one of the characters in a Star Trek story who has become infected with an alien presence, an alien being which is growing in me.
I will vanquish it. But this is a struggle, as if I am Odin fighting the great Serpent which coiled about the world.


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