This is amazing, babe, utterly beautiful and so full of meaning. I love the use of art here, the metaphor of Ennis being kinda a stone waiting to be sculpted.
The beginning was so delicate and poetic.
But actually I crave for these crystallized moments of pure stillness. Because... when he’s asleep, he’s mine. I have all the time I want to treasure the sight of Jack’s perfect form. No rush. No hurry. Moments when the world’s not going anywhere and it’s just the two of us.
Oh, and Jack’s sculpture was powerful. Love what he said.
Look, Ennis, Jack had told me that day, smiling. It’s us. Inseparable. And when we’re together, just unbreakable.
**melts** So true, so true.
Now, do you know that Michelangelo believed in this too?
“You see these sculptures, Ennis? They’ve always been there. Always existed.” He gets so serious every time he talks about his work. “It’s like everything’s inside the stone. Already there. It’s just... waiting to be set free, you know? So I only have to listen and focus my attention on it. And then, if I’m doing things right, I can feel it.” ** “What lies behind the surface,” he had said slowly. “What’s hidden inside the stone. I don’t know why, but it’s just like that... I just bring to light what was obscured by darkness.”
Michelangelo thought the same about the process of sculpting and about his scultptures. I don’t know if you know that he didn’t see himself as a painter, he hated that. He loved sculpting, and he said that the sculptures were already there, inside the stone, and that they were only waiting for him to let them out. LOVED what you did here. Ennis, the real one, was inside that cold troubled facade, just waiting for someone to sculpting him so he could see the light. I think it’s even true for OS Ennis. And at the end of the film, thanks to the shirts he found out in Jack’s closet, Ennis was set free. He found his way out of the stone, thank to Jack’s love.
This was so full of an intense tenderness.
“Yeah...” whispered him, placing a hand on my tight and rubbing the fabric in a soothing gesture. “I’m here Ennis. You can talk to me.”
Suddenly it was all too much, and the tears I was trying to hold back spilled over, rolling down my cheeks, wetting my face. Before I could realize it, I had Jack’s arms around me, holding me tight against him, pressing my head against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat. His heart thumping wildy just below my ear.
“It’s okay Ennis... it’s okay...” he kept saying, even if I could sense he didn’t know what exactly he was referring to. I wasn’t sure of that myself.
And this part is just haunting.
“Because I can see it, Ennis.” He leaned over. “And because I feel the same.”
Time stilled as his lips brushed over my mouth. I held my breath, waiting with my eyes closed. My heart ready to burst out of my chest.
The cage starting to give in.
already there
waiting to be set free
I can feel
what lies behind the surface
I opened up to him as he broke with a kiss all the bars that had kept me prisoner until that moment.
and I just bring to light what was obscured by darkness.
For the first time I felt in touch with the world.
WOW...goose bumps.
Thank you so very much for this, Giulia. Brilliant stuff, girl.
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Date: 2009-05-25 04:19 pm (UTC)This is amazing, babe, utterly beautiful and so full of meaning. I love the use of art here, the metaphor of Ennis being kinda a stone waiting to be sculpted.
The beginning was so delicate and poetic.
But actually I crave for these crystallized moments of pure stillness.
Because... when he’s asleep, he’s mine.
I have all the time I want to treasure the sight of Jack’s perfect form.
No rush. No hurry.
Moments when the world’s not going anywhere and it’s just the two of us.
Oh, and Jack’s sculpture was powerful. Love what he said.
Look, Ennis, Jack had told me that day, smiling. It’s us. Inseparable. And when we’re together, just unbreakable.
**melts** So true, so true.
Now, do you know that Michelangelo believed in this too?
“You see these sculptures, Ennis? They’ve always been there. Always existed.”
He gets so serious every time he talks about his work.
“It’s like everything’s inside the stone. Already there. It’s just... waiting to be set free, you know? So I only have to listen and focus my attention on it. And then, if I’m doing things right, I can feel it.”
**
“What lies behind the surface,” he had said slowly. “What’s hidden inside the stone. I don’t know why, but it’s just like that... I just bring to light what was obscured by darkness.”
Michelangelo thought the same about the process of sculpting and about his scultptures. I don’t know if you know that he didn’t see himself as a painter, he hated that. He loved sculpting, and he said that the sculptures were already there, inside the stone, and that they were only waiting for him to let them out.
LOVED what you did here. Ennis, the real one, was inside that cold troubled facade, just waiting for someone to sculpting him so he could see the light. I think it’s even true for OS Ennis. And at the end of the film, thanks to the shirts he found out in Jack’s closet, Ennis was set free. He found his way out of the stone, thank to Jack’s love.
This was so full of an intense tenderness.
“Yeah...” whispered him, placing a hand on my tight and rubbing the fabric in a soothing gesture. “I’m here Ennis. You can talk to me.”
Suddenly it was all too much, and the tears I was trying to hold back spilled over, rolling down my cheeks, wetting my face.
Before I could realize it, I had Jack’s arms around me, holding me tight against him, pressing my head against his chest.
I could feel his heartbeat.
His heart thumping wildy just below my ear.
“It’s okay Ennis... it’s okay...” he kept saying, even if I could sense he didn’t know what exactly he was referring to. I wasn’t sure of that myself.
And this part is just haunting.
“Because I can see it, Ennis.”
He leaned over.
“And because I feel the same.”
Time stilled as his lips brushed over my mouth. I held my breath, waiting with my eyes closed.
My heart ready to burst out of my chest.
The cage starting to give in.
already there
waiting to be set free
I can feel
what lies behind the surface
I opened up to him as he broke with a kiss all the bars that had kept me prisoner until that moment.
and I just bring to light what was obscured by darkness.
For the first time I felt in touch with the world.
WOW...goose bumps.
Thank you so very much for this, Giulia. Brilliant stuff, girl.
I hope you write more and more, please?
Big hugs!!!