Jan’s Return From Parisian Exile To Prague In The Summer Of 2003
Czech Republic, 2003.
The conversation is practical: “Would you hand me a few of the big ones over there first? Thanks. They’re just about the same size. Another layer of big ones? Or don’t you have any more? That’s okay, don’t bother… there’s no need to look for any. Just hand me the small ones please…”. She’s taking down books from the shelves, a lot of them, and handing them to him. He’s bending over the cardboard box putting them in, carefully. They’re also talking about something else. She has asked him about something, and as the film begins he’s in mid-answer. Involved in this everyday occurrence, furnished with equally familiar props (tape, a knife for an important cut in the box, felt-tip markers, some newspaper) he’s in the process of answering her, explaining another purely practical piece of work, something literary – which is what the story is actually all about.
And then we watch as journalism transforms into filmic poetry right before our very eyes, as he is packing and cutting and taping and writing down the contents on the outside of the box, as we’ve all learned to do, as he talks about his lyrical work, i.e., the otherwise well-known fact that writing rarely involves an inspiring, fortunate moment, but is regular drudgery, day in and day out – an everyday, practical technique with its own props and personal approaches. Like packing removal boxes, we think.
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