WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
“The reason why a work of genius is not easily admired from the first is that the man who has created it is extraordinary, that few other men resemble him. It is his work itself that, by fertilising the rare minds capable of understanding it, will make them increase and multiply.”
This scene –from Pier Paolo Pasolini’s “Teorema”– might be my favorite <5 minutes on film.
The whole cathartic build up when he finishes his ouvre maitre, to the twisted end when he symbolically diminish its value (by peeing over it) is a fierce feast to the eyes and heart.