This is the Summer of Ulisse.
Ulisse is a guy with an italian accent who wanders around the neighbourhood of Marolles in Brussels. At first sight he seems to be an intellectual hipster, but in reality he is a homeless that claims to look for Penelope, his wife that is lost in the neighbourhood.
Someone says Penelope does not exist and that Ulisse has recently been abandoned by his Love and does not accept it.
TRACKLIST // Johnny & Mary (Todd Terje & Brian Ferry) / Enjoy the Silence (Depeche Mode – Timo Maas mix) vs Ulysses // El House (Alejandro Paz) // Land Down Under (Chuck Norris Dub) // A me me Piace O’ Blues (Pino Daniele – Jolly Mare mix) // Jump ‘N Run (Arnaud Aqua) // I can Change (LCD Sound System) // Afterlife (Arcade Fire) // Ulysses (Tennyson)
Ulisse is one of the characters of the experimental movie Hamster directed by Martine Doyen played by Giuseppe Porcaro
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(from Tennyson’s Ulysses)
Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
(from Barthes’ a lover’s discourse: fragments)
s’abimer / to be engulfed
Outburst of annihilation which affects the amorous subject in despair or fulfillment.
Therefore, on those occasions when I am engulfed, it is because there is no longer anyplace for me anywhere, not even in death.The image of the other to which I was glued, on which I lived no longer exists; sometimes this is a (futile) catastrophe which seems to remove the image forever, sometimes it is an excessive happiness which en- ables me to unite with the image; in any case, severed or united, dissolved or discrete, I am now here gathered together; opposite, neither you nor me, nor death, nor anything else to talk to.
(Strangely, it is in the extreme action of the amorous image-repertoire– an annihilation as a consequence of driving out the image or of being identified with it – that there occurs a fall of this Image-repertoire: for the brief interval of a vacillation, I lose my structure as a lover: this is a factitious mourning, without work to do: something like a non–site.)