#miklos jancso

[davidhudson]

Miklós Jancsó, September 27, 1921 – January 31, 2014.

[dare-g]

Red Psalm (1972)

[capfly]

Electra, My Love (1974) - Miklós Jancsó

[pacingmusings]

Seen in 2024:

Winter Wind (Miklos Jancso), 1970

[sokasebi]

Regia di Miklos Jancso

[dukhoiada]

Electra, My Love ("Szerelmem, Elektra"), 1974, dir. Miklós Jancsó

[filmografie]

Favorite films watched in January 2022:

Three Sisters (1970), dir. Laurence Olivier

The Go-Between (1971), dir. Joseph Losey

Seance on a Wet Afternoon (1964), dir. Bryan Forbes

An Unmarried Woman (1978), dir. Paul Mazursky

The Collection (1976), dir. Laurence Olivier

Meeting Gorbachev (2018), dir. Werner Herzog

The Round-Up (1966), dir. Miklós Jancsó

The Confrontation (1969), dir. Miklós Jancsó

[herheadinfilmspodcast]

"You have no power over me, because a tortured Electra is still Electra. A dead Electra is still Electra. And I was born to disturb the peace of men." Electra, My Love (Miklós Jancsó, 1974)

[bioabsurdity]

Red Psalm (1972), dir. Miklós Jancsó

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The Pacifist (La pacifista - Smetti di piovere) (1970) Miklós Jancsó

May 1st 2022

[davidhudson]

Miklós Jancsó, September 27, 1921 – January 31, 2014.

[dare-g]

The next film in the The Liszt Institute's 60's Hungarian New Wave series is Miklós Jancsó's Cantata! The stream is free all you have to do is register online before it starts on August 5th!

[yiqithings]

Sandor Eternal

I dug up old pantomimes, thesis statements and comparisons between love and verse  translated from Magyar hearts to glide down my throat.

I used to know what the imagery meant, I used to recite their intricate wishes and secrets, but I don’t remember now what I once believed, what dots I connected to formulate such dense musings.

But it sang to me once something true and wise, I could attempt to retrace my mind-steps and see all that dazzled me before the passage of time drank it away.

-- yiqi 17 February 2022 9:36 pm

The above poem came to me while watching some Miklos Jancso, whose works I hadn’t thought about or seen since grad school over a decade ago.  I was looking through my old class assignments and came across two poems by Hungarian poet Sandor Weores, “Eternal Moment” and “Ars Poetica” and felt compelled to share them.

Eternal Moment

What you don’t trust to stone and decay, shape out of air. A moment leaning out of time arrives here and there,

guards what time squanders, keeps the treasure tight in its grasp— eternity itself, held between the future and the past.

As a bather’s thigh is brushed by skimming fish—so there are times when God is in you, and you know:

half-remembered now and later, like a dream. And with a taste of eternity this side of the tomb

Ars Poetica

Memory cannot make your song everlasting Glory is not to be hoped from the evanescences, how could it glorify you, when its glitterings are not essences? Your song may flaunt a few embers from eternal things while those who face them take fire as a minute passes.  

Sages suggest: only individuals in their senses. All right; but to get more, be more than individual: slip off your great-poet status, your lumbering galoshes serve genius, give it your human decencies which are point and infinity: neither big nor small.

Catch the hot words that shine in the soul’s estuaries: they feed and sustain countless earth-centuries and only migraine into your transient song, their destiny is eternity as your destiny is, they are friends who hug you and hasten soaring on.

[pacingmusings]

Seen in 2022:

Electra, My Love (Miklos Jancso), 1974

[biokam]

The Red and the White (Miklós Jancsó, 1967) (source)

[pierre-ozu]

LA PACIFISTA I Miklòs Jancsò I Monica Vitti I Pierre Clémenti I 1970