Our battle, our struggle, is to create art.
Our weapon is the moving picture.
Because we have the moving picture, our paintings will grow and recede;
Our poetry will be shadows that lengthen and conceal;
Our light will play across living faces that laugh and agonize;
And our music will linger and finally overwhelm,
Because it will have a context as certain as the grave.
We are scientists engaged in the creation of memory...
But our memory will neither blur nor fade.
eddie izzard? met him. sweet guy. please, i plead with someone to post this entire film. it has potential to be widespread and as infulential as floral beds.
almadora 3 years ago 10
most beautiful poem i have ever heard
Maryvickles 2 years ago 6