Treasure Island

gershon hepner

(5 3 38 / leipzig)

between grief and nothing

Between grief and nothing some will take grief,
but those who take nothing will surely regret
that they can’t be robbed in good time, that’s a thief,
of memories grief cannot make them forget.

In Jean-Paul Godard’s “Breathless” Patricia Clarke, whose short hair is like that of Marion Amsellem whom someone once accused of being a lesbian although, as someone said at her funeral today, “She hasn’t got a gay bone in her body, ” asks Jean-Paul Belmondo, who is lying in her hotel bedroom smoking a cigarette, of course, and trying to screw her for the third time in his life: “Do you know William Faulkner? ” “No, ” he replies. “Have you slept with him? ” “No, ” she replies, and adds, “He is a writer, and I want to read you something from “The Wild Palms.” And she reads aloud: “Between grief and nothing I will take grief.”


Submitted: Wednesday, May 21, 2008

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  • Joseph Poewhit (5/21/2008 3:48:00 AM)

    I like the H-wood version of BREATHLESS. Kaprisky has wild eye's and Gere plays the part well. (Report) Reply

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