i rented in DVD the danish TV series
by Lars Von Trier, Riget or 'The Kingdom'
strange european TV series indeed
the series is 4 episodes, 2 on each DVD
last weekend i watched episodes 1 and 2
and going for the 3rd one right now...
there's a certain pleasure to watch ghost-stories
during the hours day
rather than dulling the day with its sun
the mystery, the mystery itself filters
into the little clouds up in the blue sunny sky
a good thriller is one that makes you chill your skin
at the plain sunlight
here the intro to the series
that have a spooky sepia-ish cinematography
and some angeled shots
wonderfully dark visuals of mister director
Lars Von Trier
some scenes taste very David Lynch too
here the text in English of the introduction
that talks of the origins and the land where nowadays
stands an advanced and modern danish Hospital
were strange things happens and the building itself
starts to cry down its own structure...
The Kingdom Hospital rests on ancient marshland
where the bleaching ponds once lay.
Here the bleachers moistened their great spans of cloth.
The steam evaporating from the wet cloth
shrouded the place in permanent fog.
Centuries later the hospital was built here.
The bleachers gave way to doctors and researchers,
the best brains in the nation and the most perfect technology.
To crown their work they called the hospital The Kingdom.
Now life was to be charted, and ignorance and superstition
never to shake the bastions of science again.
Perhaps their arrogance became too pronounced,
and their persistent denial of the spiritual.
For it is as if the cold and damp have returned.
Tiny signs of fatigue are appearing in the solid, modern edifice.
No living person knows it yet, but the gateway to the Kingdom
is opening once again.
and the trailers
the smell
my house smells like an older woman’s house
today’s sweet and strong
but a little dense
opened the door and it came in
in the core like a rush
the mixture of scents, an unrepeatable aroma
right now
there’s fig candle a cheap one
the expensive one is a stone mixture overprized store
of jasmine, & fig and all the-other-don’t-know
it changes every day
every minute you can say
if you got a nose or at all around come
for sure you can tell
and then the trash can left some little pieces of onion
very little not too strong
to make organic this matter at the most
it stands, food odors from there
and mixed with the rain outside and still a hint
(would said if preparing a perfume formula: add a 3%
of aroma reminiscent of fresh paint, just a 3 percent! not less no more)
and in 2 hrs i know won’t be quite the same
oh if i know
if my nose can calculate!!!
this
like the very first time you do something
unexpected
the first time while learning to drive you almost crashed
you didn’t, but learnt the fear
it left tracks
or the first encounter with someone
a friend of a friend
the aunt of the cousin of the neighbor
whatever
but then you become good friends, maybe even family
or co-workers or soul-companions
hopefully not insurance partners
and even less common-crime holders
but anyhow you’ll
remember that first encounter
blurry, escapes, like the memory of the almost-first-car-accident
because you didn’t expect it
and because it wasn’t impressive
you weren’t meeting somebody outrageous or too important
just a person
or you were just almost for the first time
a car crashing
what is the importance? if
as with aromas or acquaintances
most things around life
are a terrific accident
and now today is that smell
knowing it is happening but it won’t repeat itself
the old lady’s smell
and wish i could capture it ‘cause it suits my house so well
and surprisingly i so much like it
is not particularly good or too bad
it is just the smell of my home
and guess even if ever changing
and sadly probably won’t be able
to replicate accurately, the fortunate accident
immediately warm is & i can recognize it
is the smell of my house
and i like it!
