I saw this film when it was new, beside a beautiful young woman with whom I did not yet realise I was in love.
She was also a German speaker, and afterward, shuffling through the autumn leaves of Northwest Portland, she taught me to say „Als das kind kind war“ properly.
Or any road, as properly as someone who doesn't speak German can say it.
I served her tea in my apartment, her eyes imprinted on my soul, and we parted without kissing.
Re-watching this opening scene almost 40 years later, it's like prophecy – the filmmaker's patina of memory, the palpable Zen in the poetry, and the young man as yet too distracted to be awake to it.
At least I had a better excuse in that place and moment.
Showing posts with label Portland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Portland. Show all posts
Thursday, 8 May 2025
When The Child Was A Child
Topics:
deutsche Sprache,
love,
movie,
poem,
Portland,
video,
Wim Wenders,
Zen
Wednesday, 30 March 2016
WW: Giant Pacific signal crayfish
(This is the giant Pacific signal crayfish [Pacifastacus leniusculus]. Individuals can reach 7 inches – at which point they're real lobsters – but this one's only four.
Oddly, few eat these here, though they're the both the biggest and best-tasting crawdads in the Western Hemisphere. Commercial licenses are available, and some folks are already making a tidy living in a developing market. [My grandfather, born in 1900, made pocket money in his first decade by catching these in Portland creeks and selling them to Jake's Grill.]
The signal crayfish is now threatened – mostly theoretically, to date – by invasive species from elsewhere. Ironically, it's also wiping out native stocks in Europe, having been introduced there last century to replace the fishery in some of those very species, which had been greatly reduced by an epidemic.)
Oddly, few eat these here, though they're the both the biggest and best-tasting crawdads in the Western Hemisphere. Commercial licenses are available, and some folks are already making a tidy living in a developing market. [My grandfather, born in 1900, made pocket money in his first decade by catching these in Portland creeks and selling them to Jake's Grill.]
The signal crayfish is now threatened – mostly theoretically, to date – by invasive species from elsewhere. Ironically, it's also wiping out native stocks in Europe, having been introduced there last century to replace the fishery in some of those very species, which had been greatly reduced by an epidemic.)
Topics:
crayfish,
invertebrate,
lake,
Portland,
river,
wildlife,
Wordless Wednesday
Wednesday, 7 October 2015
WW: Screamin' Eagle
Wednesday, 28 May 2014
Wednesday, 9 October 2013
WW: Fremont Bridge
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
WW: Portland manhole
Wednesday, 27 March 2013
WW: Union Station, Portland
Topics:
Dannon Raith,
flower,
Portland,
spring,
Wordless Wednesday
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
WW: Morning TriMet
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