Punished Under a Foreign Code: A ‘lecture sociale’ on John Ford

Wystan Hugh Auden, in memory of Yeats, 1939:1

The current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers.

Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
To find his happiness in another kind of wood
And be punished under a foreign code of conscience.
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living.

The words “he became his admirers” are ones that Joseph McBride borrows often — for example in his biography Searching for John Ford2 — to describe Ford’s influence on the generations that followed. It is apt. Orson Welles, Akira Kurosawa, Jean-Marie Straub and Danièle Huillet, Satyajit Ray, Wim Wenders, Pedro Costa, Hayao Miyazaki, Hong Sang-soo, Ryusuke Hamaguchi — all have expressed their admiration publicly, and the list of New Hollywood ‘movie brats’ who claim the same debt is long enough to skip. The cultural, geographical and ideological diversity of these names says something in itself.

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Happy Birthday, mia donna

“(he who’s never once dreamt of it
has no right to judge the verses)”

— L.Q.V.

“Negli occhi porta la mia donna Amore,
per che si fa gentil ciò ch’ella mira;”

— D.A.

When I heard Chopin’s Ballade No. 1 Op. 23 in the Grand Amphitheatre of the Sorbonne that day, in my mind suddenly shimmered the image of L.. I can’t say whether L. had ever listened to this piece, or whether L. liked Chopin, or Romantic music in general; for an IKEA devotee and a practitioner of martial arts like L., I just simply didn’t register that as a piece perfectly belonging to the personality puzzle, even though the naïve child in me keeps clutching at an unverifiable faith that people who truly see the real beauty in mathematical formulae would be able to perceive the counterpart in classical melodies. Whatever the reason was, thanks to some unknown spell, I kept thinking of L. all the while the talented pianist of the university’s choir was engrossed in the piece which she had earlier shared convinced her to devote herself to studying the piano and which she was very proud to play in front of the entire hall, over the course of nearly ten minutes.

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