"has someone pressed fast forward..."
As I write this I think that I could suggest three depictions of NOW
First - is a Pier Paolo Pasolini poem:
Grown up? Never - never - !
Like existence itself
which never matures
staying always green
from splendid day to splendid day -
I can only stay true
to the stupendous monotony of the mystery.
That's why I've never abandoned myself
in the anxiety of my sins
I've never been touched
by real remorse.
Equal, always equal,
to the inexpressible
at the very source
of what I am.
Second - is the film I always talk about, Santiago Alvarez' Now
Third - is a single tracking shot from Chantal Akerman's D'Est