#martin a hansen

[mrepstein]

Books owned by Brian Epstein: The Liar by Martin A. Hansen (1950) [first UK edition, 1954]

Synopsis: ‘Johannes Vig is an isolated schoolteacher stuck in a mire of loneliness, deception, and spiritual despair. He tells his story in diary fashion to an imaginary listener, Nathanael, because, as he tells us, the Biblical Nathanael was a man without guile, whereas he, Johannes, constantly deceives himself.’

[i12bent]

Jesper Christensen (b. June 4, 1955) is a Danish postmodern artist, trained at the Royal Academy in the 1980s and a Professor there since 2003.

Op Alle De Ting (Martin A. Hansens cykeltur), 2019-20 acrylic, chalk, coloured pencil, 2H pencil and gesso on linen (Galerie Mikael Andersen)

[7r0773r]

The Liar by Martin A. Hansen, translated by Morten Høi Jensen

I enjoy coming up with something new each morning. For the children. A bit of a surprise that can be put up on the wall, say. Maybe a new picture. But there has to be some ruse to sharpen their curiosity. To rouse their wonder at the world. Once roused, even the most boring image will suffice. You can hang up a picture like that, but cover it with a sheet so that it's completely hidden. Just leave it there without saying a word for most of the day. Now what do you think? Some of them will take a peek under the cloth. And at playtime when I'm getting my coffee, the thing is forensically studied. Now I know they've seen it. Talked about it. And we can discuss it.

Or, other times, there might be something like a wood saw hanging from the ceiling. Just hanging there without being mentioned, until we are ready to take in all those thousands of years of ingenuity and life experience that's to be found in a wood saw, fish traps, lobster pots and fishing nets, plow blades, carriage and harness tackle, mighty kitchen pots and pans. A pageant of life traversing the wall here. Its secrets sometimes hidden until wonder is aroused. Wonder at the beauty of ordinary things. As people estranged from the world might see them for the first time. (p. 27)

***

Why, the new couple may only have a single night. One single night. But a spring night with the one you desire can be long, long, long. (p. 38)

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But where did all that come from? Was I sitting there crying over being lonely, or that I'm a sinner and good-for-nothing, or that I've lost a plaything? Oh, go to hell! Who are you to judge? And bear in mind, if you will, that l'd overindulged. Stared deep, deep into the glass. Then you hear that wonderful music in your head. You start to play. Well, after a fashion. God knows, Nathan, I can't play to save my life. Not at all. But I know it in my head. Can hear it. That great music. And when you hear it, that's when you know you're an exile in this world. That great, profound music comes from another world. Reveals another world to us. But just at that moment when you feel its beauty and greatness closest to you, that's the moment you perceive its otherness. You can't get close to it. You can't grasp that world. And then nothing makes sense. A man is an emigrant. Even in his own birthplace. A fleeting guest in his own home. An exile in the world as a whole. No, Nathan. That world that opens up before you when a new sorrow enters your heart. Or you are shaken by profound music. When a poem grabs you. Or when you see the miracle of the emerging new day. Then you know that we are strangers on this earth. (pp. 73-74)

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Shortly after that, I cut myself properly with my razor whilst trying to shave. The blood would not be stanched.

There is your mortal wound, oh immortal Balder! I cried in my thoughts.

The blood dripped heartily onto the floor. But I was suddenly gay as I finished shaving as best I could. The ancients did right letting themselves be bled. What relief it brings! So there I was suddenly. Standing there thinking of death with a light heart and a half smile on my face. Why is the idea of death shrouded with such terror these days? It offers tranquility. Finally, finally, a man finds a place where he belongs. A home. No more trouble and no more obligations. I like death, said the ancient skald Sigvat. It lasts. What is the world? (pp. 94-95)

***

I don't know what will happen with us two. I just don't know. But that's probably the wrong end of the stick to be thinking from. A bad habit that the whole world seems to have. Because this whole new modern and refined civilization is built upon the idea of being happy. The whole world obsessed with the hunt for happiness. Maybe we need a harder, more rigorous goal. A more severe code of life. More demanding of us and what we can achieve. (pp. 201-02)

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Today I was out with the little class to show them where the flowers grow in the wild. We didn't so much as touch the plants on the tour. We start by showing flowers the utmost respect. And why wouldn't you show a dandelion just as much respect as a government minister? I've not even let the little class cut the flowers up and count the stamens yet. I can't imagine where that idiocy came from that you have to cut flowers up and count sex organs. System religions! No, no... first you have to get to know them as they exist in their own right. All dressed up and showing themselves in their own environment. And then they are given names. Like all significant things, flowers must be allowed to grow within the language and be alive there. They must mean something in our lives, before we pronounce ourselves as experts on them. Before we play at science with them. (p. 214)

[cinematicjourney]

One Fine Morning (2022) | dir. Mia Hansen-Løve

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Un beau matin (Mia Hansen-Løve, 2022)  

[vincentaureliuslin]

au edit :33 this is slightly satire

do you see what i had to go through to post this what the HELL

[filmap]

Un beau matin / One Fine Morning Mia Hansen-Løve. 2022

Nursing Home 18 Rue Pierre Picard, 75018 Paris, France See in map

See in imdb

[fourorfivemovements]

Un Beaut Matin/One Fine Morning (2022) - Dir.  Mia Hansen-Løve

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., center, being interviewed by actor and activist Harry Belafonte (right), and George Goodman, community news director at WLIB radio, 1957.

Photo: Austin Hansen via NYPL

[cristobalsifuentes]

and if i said “boyfriends”? what then?

[partydown]

Party Down cast for The New York Times

[pixelrhys]

The OG pic (Will be below) was from 2020. It's been 4 years I can't believe this.

[moviemosaics]

One Fine Morning

directed by Mia Hansen-Løve, 2022

[cinematicjourney]

One Fine Morning (2022) | dir. Mia Hansen-Løve

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Un beau matin (Mia Hansen-Løve, 2022)  

[sporkazoid]

i like this show a lot