I?m reeling with the delight and the unexpected impact of discovering a rare artist of immense depth and humanity — Krzysztof Kieslowski, the Polish movie director who gave the world his famous Three Colors Trilogy (Blue, White, Red) and the 10-film series Decalogue, among many others.
A chain smoker and a hopeless workaholic, Kieslowski (pronounced kisch-loaf-ski) died of a massive heart attack at the young age of 54 in 1994 not before, however, he showed us what a transformative, moving and humanizing experience watching movies can be.
Deep in the ocean of poverty’s pain,
She cries from the depth of her heart.
Out on her own since her parents were slain,
Her whole world has fallen apart.
Lost with a far away look in her eyes,
The orphan’s resolve fades away,
Learning to hide and to silence her cries.
Will mankind each other betray?
Sleeping in shelters of cardboard at night;
Her bed but a rag on the ground.
No pillow cradles her head—it’s not right!
No address where she can be found.
Deep in the ocean of poverty’s pain,
She cries from the depth of her heart.
Out on her own since her parents were slain,
Her whole world has fallen apart.
Lost with a far away look in her eyes,
The orphan’s resolve fades away,
Learning to hide and to silence her cries.
Will mankind each other betray?
Sleeping in shelters of cardboard at night;
Her bed but a rag on the ground.
No pillow cradles her head—it’s not right!
No address where she can be found.