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The Legend of Tristan's Moon
- Tim Barrus
United States of America
© Tim Barrus & Cinémathèque Films, 2011
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it is hard for typical people to even imagine that such hypersensitivity exists/ but it does/ i lose my temper when the idiots cannot fathom it/ and such boys are destroyed/ first, by living on the street/ that is a death sentence/ you would think they would be hardened/ but the hardness typical people see is a front/ a front they use to survive/ but survival is relative/ they are tissue paper pushed by wherever the wind takes them/ and many of them simply want to end their pain/ i have been beating my head against a brick wall trying to convince typical people that such hypersensitive children even exist/ no one believes it/ and i can think of a thousand cruelties that are done to them time and time again/ they are so aversive to investing in people who will will not be there for them/ and abandonment is an issue typical people just shrug away/ it cannot be shrugged away/ it cannot be shrugged away/ it cannot be shrugged away/ and either can they/
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Many people (I have a big fucking, frequently profane mouth) know the story of Tristan and his moon. It’s just an ordinary story. Nothing extraordinary about it. Tristan was frequently up all night. He never slept well. In retrospect, I am able to now recognize some (only a little) of the manic aspects to his personality. There is a caveat to this. Making any kind of sense from Tristan’s psychology always was and remains a fool’s errand. It would be highly arrogant to cluck-cluck that you know something other people do not know; this makes you morally superior; when what it really makes you is simply pompous. Tristan had to see the moon on an island one full-moon night. He could not be talked out of it. I usually fail to explain that there was always a method to the madness. It never feel compelled to explain everything. But Tristan was a photographer (and was always borrowing my cameras) and there were no lights or people on the island. This makes photography, especially with a telephoto lens, far more visceral an experience than attempting to photograph anything more awesome than almost anything we could possibly contrive in any urban environment on the planet. “Far more visceral an experience” describes Tristan to a molecule.
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