Nyt on yö. Minä kuljen yksin tyhjiä katuja. En tiedä, mihin olen menossa, hyvä kun tiedän mistä olen tulossa, ja ruumiissani soi tuhat kaunista ja voimakasta sävelmää, minun koko menneisyyteni, ja silmissäni loistavat tuhannen ihmisen silmät, silmien takana tuntemattomuus, tätä naista ei tunne kukaan, se ei ole vielä täysin syntynytkään, ei kukaan tiedä mitä se on tulevaisuudessa.
- Mirka Lattunen
El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete. Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi. El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ. Eu am întins spre el braţul ca o ramură. El schi-a înclinat spre mine trunchiul ca un umăr. Eu mi-am înclinat spre el umărul ca un trunchi noduros. Auzeam cum se încetineşte sângele meu suind ca seva. Eu am trecut prin el. El a trecut prin mine. Eu am rămas un pom singur. El un om singur
- Nichita Stănescu
Kunst ist nicht ein Spiegel, den man der Wirklichkeit vorhält, sondern ein Hammer, mit dem man sie gestaltet.
- Karl Marx
The Hermit’s Song
A hiding tuft, a green-barked yew tree Is my roof, While nearby a great oak tree keeps me Tempest-proof.
I can pick my fruit from an apple Like an Inn, Or can fill my fist where hazels Shut me in.
A clear well beside me offers Best of drink, And there glows a bed of cresses Near its brink.
Pigs and Goats, the friendliest neighbours, Nestle near, Wild swine come, or broods of badgers, Grazing deer.
All the gentry of the county Come to call! And the foxes come behind them, Best of all.
To what meals the woods invite me All about! There are water, herbs and cresses, Salmon, trout.
A clutch of eggs, sweet mast and honey Are my meat, Heathberries and Whortleberries For a sweet.
All that one could ask for comfort Round me grows, There are hips and haws and strawberries, Nuts and sloes.
And when summer spreads its mantle What a sight! Marjoram and leeks and pignuts, Juicy, bright.
Dainty redbreasts briskly forage Every bush Round and round my hut there flutter Shallow, thrush.
Bees and beetles, music-makers, Croon and strum; Geese pass over, duck in autumn, Dark streams hum.
Angry wren, officious linnet And black-cap, All industrious, and the woodpecker’s Sturdy tap.
From the sea the gulls and herons Flutter in, While in upland heather rises The grey hen.
In the year’s most brilliant weather Heifers low Through green fields, not driven nor beaten, Tranquil, slow.
In wreathed boughs the wind is whispering, Skies are blue, Swans call, river water falling Is calling too.
(Being possessed by gods and forced to have sex in comics)
As I watched "Immortel (ad vitam)", the film based on the comic books "La Foire aux immortels" and "La Femme piège" by Enki Bilal, I came to think about another comic book - "Promethea" by Alan Moore (etc.).
See, in Bilal's comics, Alexander Nikopol gets possessed by the god Horus, who uses him to have sex with one of the infinitely rare women who can procreate with a god - the beautiful blue-haired Jill:
Whereas in "Promethea", Sophie Bangs is possessed by the demi-goddess and 'mystic warrior woman' Promethea, and at one point has to take on her Promethea shape to have sex with a dirty and disgusting old man so he'll teach her magic.
The stories are a bit different, as Sophie is actively using Promethea to get what she wants, and it's supposed to be a bit of a 'challenge', as it obviously would be boring if she'd get all that knowledge for nothing. Nikopol, on the other hand, just gets caught up in the schemes of Horus and has little control over the proceedings.
But I still found this sequence of "Promethea" extremely disturbing ... Maybe not so terribly much before and during the act, but *definitely* afterwards, when Sophie has changed back into herself, and they start doing these little intimate things like him helping her with her bra ... Ewwwww ...
So, anyway, I won't draw any conclusions from this comparison. That's up to you ...
Both sequences seem extremely disturbing to me. Of course, by comparing any 2 different things, it's easy to invent generalizing conclusions, such as: "It's _typical_ that the man has no control when it comes to sex, while the woman is able to use her sexual power/feminine wiles to get what she wants..." Of course, if there were two opposite examples, one could draw other, equally "typical" conclusions.
... except that it's somehow "cheating" that Nikopol is "forced" to have sex with a beautiful blue-haired woman, which isn't even his own fault (if one would want to make a moral judgement), while Sophie - on top of having to have sex with someone who is repulsive to her - has to take full responsibility, too. Of course, taking full responsibility can make a burden easier to carry. People are different. And pretty blue-haired girls can be damn creepy.
But you're right, that last scene is blood-curdlingly horrid.
(Why would she want him to "hook up" her? Does it mean that he serves her now, submits himself? Just a friendly gesture of "no hard feelings"? He is showing off his leet /un/dressing skillz? It's an unusual scene - I can't remember having seen or heard about ANY man who would help a woman put ON a bra - those who are able to take it off are already in the minority)