:02:00
I was born in that farmhouse,
and I'll die there too.
:02:04
- But not quite yet!
- OK, thank you very much.
:02:06
Thanks very much, all of you.
:02:08
I'm mixed up,
you've confused me now.
:02:13
Yes, I've always gleaned.
:02:16
I remember, with my grandmother
and my brothers and sisters.
:02:21
Before, during the war, they had
to glean, they were starving.
:02:25
They pounded the grain
to make flour,
:02:29
for bread.
:02:31
We no longer pick these days,
we no longer glean to eat.
:02:35
There are still
a few gleaners of corn around.
:02:42
Gleaning might be extinct
:02:44
but stooping has not vanished
from our sated society
:02:48
Urban and rural gleaners
all stoop to pick up
:02:52
There's no shame,just worries
:02:54
Yeah, food, grub
:02:57
It's bad, sad, man
:03:01
To bend down is not to beg
:03:03
But when I see them sway
My heart hurts!
:03:06
Eating that scrap-crap
:03:09
They've got to live on shit-bits
:03:11
They've got to frisk for tidbits
:03:14
Left on the street, leftovers
:03:17
Rough stuff with no owners
:03:19
Picking up trash like
the streetsweeper
:03:22
Zero for us, for them much better
:03:25
They got to roam around
to kill the hunger
:03:28
It's always been the same pain
will always be the same game.
:03:37
In the towns today
as in the fields yesterday
:03:41
gleaners still humbly stoop
to glean.
:03:45
But men have now joined
with women
:03:48
in gleaning.
:03:50
What strikes me is
that each gleans on his own.
:03:55
Whereas in paintings
:03:57
they were always
in clusters, rarely alone.