Saturday, August 15, 2009

Otasenek

Hommage to Jan Svanmajer's Little Otik

Once upon a time, there was a woman who wanted very much to have a baby. To cheer her up, her husband carved one from a tree root, and was horrified when his wife treated the bit of wood as if it were a real infant...

Imposing our desires and the words and structures that come with them on things can turn those things into monsters. We always do this for safety, though, these attempts  at mastering the world that surrounds us with our limited expectations and understanding.  All of our cerebral tools can separate us from the pure apprehension of the thing itself, at a certain point they must be left behind.

Part Two (of sorts) later today.

5 comments:

Caio Fernandes said...

it is so hard , true and sad .
breaks my heart . but .... it must to be faced .

tony said...

(Something Trite Like 'A Chip-Off-The-Old -Block'......).MORAL="Nothing Should Be Instant" I guess..?

Eva said...

This is incredibly strong as a story and as a metaphore. What do we put into things? Sometimes I get lost in details and they seem enlarged, and I say to myself: Have you lost all measure for the importance of things? -- Maybe it would just take a snapping of the fingers to make her understand that this is not a baby.

mum said...

yikes - it's like a nigthmarish take on Pinocchio. I definitely like Collodi's take on soulful wooded beings a lot better :-)

(word verif is calling Otasenek an 'exophom' - I couldn't agree more.)

Inky said...

so sad and true, I know sadly enough of a woman who wanted a baby so badly she had herself think she was, from wearing maternity clothes, we all thought she really was with child, it ended up putting her in a hospital she never did get over it. SAD