Korba, because I approve of the point you're making, but also think you're writing like a person from a Renaissance film over-dedicated to accuracy
Were my writing anything like Renaissance music, I had better write; but it isn't. I find it morbidly funny that you think I require translation, though; perhaps I should write in mock German from now on.
One cannot be overly dedicated to accuracy, I think; but one can distract from long-running patterns with momentary flourishes. I'd like to avoid that.
Everyone has to grow their preferred constructions from a shared substrate. This becomes most immediately clear in music.
Yes, there's the rub. I circumscribbled the movie "Solaris"; the woman arises from Kris Kelvin's memory of his wife, except that her substance is alien (and she looks quite unlike the woman in the photograph we see earlier). Multiple senses interlink:
a) nipples stiffen under exposure to cold (perhaps not due to the oxygen itself, but rather because it was kept in a cold-storage closet)
b) Kelvin sees his beloved in her; thus her suicide attempt might have occurred because he imagines her as vulnerable and in need of salvation, and the same would hold for her response when he "saves" her, although she is in truth invulnerable; same for her exclaiming that he "disgusts" her;
c) the viewer, one layer removed, becomes aware that her emotional state, if there is one beyond mimicry, (and thus, her growing autonomy) and her "eternal youth" are at odds with each other, but what is erotic about her pervades both -- and this reflects back on Kelvin's view of her;
d) her spasms as she regenerates recall a fish out of water, and by extension, a mermaid, and her glaucous shirt appears wet in its translucence; within the film, water generally accompanies recalling (whereas forgetting is linked to fire; Kelvin burns the photograph of Harey/Hari, and the launchpad catches fire when he shoots her into space on her first visit; I'm not sure if this link endures further abstraction to cold/warm colours; but there's a further complication in that perhaps fire is associated with
truth as much as forgetting, because of the Hunters in the Snow; in fact the scene is wrapped into imagery of the "sea" on the planet, but initially shown in grey, and terminally shown in a sunset-like orange); reading this all as a pastiche on the birth of Venus is possible, if a bit far-fetched;
e) Kelvin's reaction is to cover her up. For warmth? She doesn't really need it. For modesty?
On top of that, her stranded hair, on which the camera lingers, might recall the initial shot of aquatic plants once more.
It's a kind of joke. Brekekekèx koàx koáx!
Incidentally, Andersen's storks, to their children, describe Danish frogs as chanting this.
That doesn't match my impression. For example, speaking of Levin as "the Everyman" (one has to wonder, would Chichikov meet the same descriptor? -- one has to look it up: he is "Affably Evil" instead) can only be taken as moral judgment; in fact, Levin is obviously already not an "everyman" because he owns land, which you cannot possibly overlook while reading the book, no matter his problems with devouring Flensburg oysters (whether that's a matter of immediate sensuality, dexterity, or overarching aesthetics) -- a vanished delicacy, by the way; but even during Tolstoy's lifetime, there was not a single oyster in the whole Baltic, they were merely exported to Petersburg from that harbour (
source, published in 1887). The "YMMV" page for Anna Karenina has nearly no entries that don't concern a 2012 movie version, except for a suggestion that Kitty has homoerotic thoughts (I'd be astonished if any young man or woman has never admired an older one for how imposingly lovable they seem).
You don't
want to get rid of competition -- others' goodness will inspire your own. Disagreement tends to develop people. Life isn't linked by jealousy.
Communal ownership inevitably runs into the problem of who decides what Your Mileage May Vary on. A forum, by contrast, allows you to stake out the private in the torrent of the public. If you can't imagine stepping up to speak, or stepping down to listen, don't bother. Paying scrutiny to a new thought is as important as being swept away from the momentary. Once again, music.
There's always your local library. There's always other websites that bear more personal watermarks. There's probably nothing stopping you from writing your own website, which is how this comic must have come to be. Pray, work, read, read, read, re-read, and you shall invent.
