I return home, close to midnight.
I log on to Guardian online.
On the home page, there is a picture from the Seventh Seal; Grim Reaper is standing on the rocks. There is a caption: Ingmar Bergman, 1918-2007.
I stare at the picture. Then my synapses fire and it hits me. Bergman is dead. The auteur of gloom is no more.
I remember the only time I watched a Bergman movie. When my heart took a leap at the haunting ‘dance of death’. And afterwards, even as my knees shook, I understood that Seventh Seal was not a parable of dark pessimism. It was about hope. About losing faith and finding it again. About stumbling on the meaning of life.
So I guess, the joke was on Death. He didn’t win. Not even today.
I log on to Guardian online.
On the home page, there is a picture from the Seventh Seal; Grim Reaper is standing on the rocks. There is a caption: Ingmar Bergman, 1918-2007.
I stare at the picture. Then my synapses fire and it hits me. Bergman is dead. The auteur of gloom is no more.
I remember the only time I watched a Bergman movie. When my heart took a leap at the haunting ‘dance of death’. And afterwards, even as my knees shook, I understood that Seventh Seal was not a parable of dark pessimism. It was about hope. About losing faith and finding it again. About stumbling on the meaning of life.
So I guess, the joke was on Death. He didn’t win. Not even today.
3 comments:
Thanks for pairing women with ambiguity.such comments usually pep me up for debates...Anyways the post was about sleep AND deeper emotional issues.
Anyways am seriously impressed by your writing!Cudos...
Actually sleep and emotions are quite interdependent in my case.
About 'Seventh Seal',
I remember,
we watched that movie together,
and i still remember,that i was forcing Arya to come along, but she didnt come,.
hmmm
: )
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