:09:00
There was no political conscience.
:09:03
- You need your art spoon-fed to you.
- Right on!
:09:07
Hold it down.
Let's ask the filmmaker what he thinks.
:09:14
l quit.
:09:39
Awake.
:09:42
Shake dreams from your hair,
my pretty child, my sweet one.
:09:46
Choose the day
and choose the sign of your day.
:09:49
The day's divinity.
First thing l see.
:09:52
Come on out for a walk.
:09:55
lt's a beautiful night.
:09:58
A vast, radiant beach...
:10:00
and a cool, jeweled moon.
:10:04
Couples, naked,
race down by its quiet side.
:10:09
And we laugh like soft, mad children...
:10:12
smug in the woolly,
cotton brains of infancy.
:10:16
Every time
l try to make love to you
:10:20
you run around
with your mouth stuck out
:10:25
Choose, they croon, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
:10:29
Choose now, they croon,
beneath the moon...
:10:32
beside an ancient lake.
:10:34
Enter again the sweet forest.
:10:36
Enter the hot dream.
Come with us.
:10:39
Everything is broken up...
:10:41
and dances.
:10:46
l can't believe it's so beautiful.
:10:49
"Now l have come again to the land
of the fair, strong and the wise.
:10:54
Brothers and sisters
o'er the pale forest.
:10:56
O, children of night...
:10:58
who among you will run with the hunt?