Just Words...
Now I come to the crazy tinhattery poetry analysis XD
And I know I'm not the first one to do this, far from it, but give me a chance, okay?
All poems written by Viggo Mortensen
Trague (devour)
I swallowed the reel and the rod
and the faith that so sweetly I had
the afternoon of the day that I met you.
I saw myself in your eyes and in your arms
and an entire lifetime in your lips I lived
the afternoon of the day that I met you.
Isn't it simply beautiful? Just let it sink in for a few seconds and then it's on to the analysis.
I swallowed the reel and the rod --> he fell in love (perhaps head over heels?)
and the faith that so sweetly I had--> he didn’t want it to happen, doesn’t allow himself to lose control like that normally
the afternoon of the day that I met you.--> love at first sight?
I saw myself in your eyes and in your arms--> he recognizes similarities between them both
and an entire lifetime in your lips I lived--> this speaks for itself I guess ;)
the afternoon of the day that I met you.
Okay no real indication that this might be related to Orli, but it would be nice if it were, right? ;)
Next poem has much more to offer when we talk about tinhattery...
Communion
WE'VE LEFT SHORE SOMEHOW
BECOME THE FRIENDS
OF EARLY THEORY
CLOSE ENOUGH TO SPEAK
DESIRE AND PAIN OF ABSENCE
OF MISTAKES WE'D MAKE
GIVEN THE CHANCE.
EACH SMILE RETURNED
MAKES HARDER AVOIDING
DREAMS THAT SEE US
LYING IN EARLY EVENING
CURTAIN SHADOWS, SKIN
SAFE AGAINST SKIN.
BLOOM OF COMPASSION
RESPECT FOR MOMENTS
EYES LOCK TURNS
FOREVER INTO ONE MORE
VEIL THAT FALLS AWAY.
THIS AFTER SEEING YOU
LAST NIGHT, FIRST TIME
SMELLING YOU WITH
PERMISSION: SHOULDERS TO
WONDER OPENLY AT
AS CAREFULLY KISSED
AS THOSE ARMS
WAITED IMPOSSIBLY ON.
THEY'VE HELD ME NOW
AND YOUR BREATH
DOWN MY BACK
SENT AWAY NIGHT AIR
THAT HAD ME SHAKING
IN THE UNLIT ANGLICAN
DOORWAY.
ARE WE RUINED FOR
FINDING OUR FACES FIT
AND WANT TO KNOW MORE
ABOUT MORNING? IS
FRIENDSHIP CANCELLED
IF WE CAN'T CALL
EACH OTHER ANYMORE
IN AMNESIA, INVITE
OURSELVES TO LAST GLANCES
UNDER SUSPICIOUS CLOCKS
TELLING US WHEN WE'VE
HAD ENOUGH?
YOUR STEADY HANDS
CRADLING MY GRATEFUL
SKULL: WERE YOU TAKING
IN MY FACE TO
SAVE AN IMAGE
YOU'VE RARELY ALLOWED
YOURSELF AFTER LEAVING
THAT COLD ALCOVE?
AM I A PHOTOGRAPH
YOU GAZE AT IN
MOMENTS OF WEAKNESS?
YOU ORDERED ME
OFF MY KNEES
INTO YOUR ARMS.
WASN'T TO BEG
THAT I KNELT; ONLY
TO SEE YOU ONCE
FROM BELOW.
TRIED TO SAY SOMETHING
THAT FILLED MY MOUTH
AND LONGED TO REST
IN YOUR EAR.
DON'T DARE WRITE
IT DOWN FOR FEAR IT'LL
BECOME WORDS, JUST
WORDS.
(1999-2002)
(it was posted in captial letters and I didn't feel like typing it all again)
Also a lovely poem, but let's look a bit deeper, shall we?
WE'VE LEFT SHORE SOMEHOW
BECOME THE FRIENDS
OF EARLY THEORY
CLOSE ENOUGH TO SPEAK
DESIRE AND PAIN OF ABSENCE
OF MISTAKES WE'D MAKE
GIVEN THE CHANCE --> They met in New Zealand and became friends. Both were perhaps a bit homesick and missed the people they left behind? (pain of absence)
EACH SMILE RETURNED
MAKES HARDER AVOIDING
DREAMS THAT SEE US
LYING IN EARLY EVENING
CURTAIN SHADOWS, SKIN
SAFE AGAINST SKIN.
BLOOM OF COMPASSION
RESPECT FOR MOMENTS
EYES LOCK TURNS
FOREVER INTO ONE MORE
VEIL THAT FALLS AWAY --> He dreams of them being together - BLOOM OF COMPASSION!!! Obvious much? ;)
THIS AFTER SEEING YOU
LAST NIGHT, FIRST TIME
SMELLING YOU WITH
PERMISSION: SHOULDERS TO
WONDER OPENLY AT
AS CAREFULLY KISSED
AS THOSE ARMS
WAITED IMPOSSIBLY ON.
THEY'VE HELD ME NOW
AND YOUR BREATH
DOWN MY BACK
SENT AWAY NIGHT AIR
THAT HAD ME SHAKING
IN THE UNLIT ANGLICAN
DOORWAY --> Not much to say but do you remember this interview? What is your favourite smell?
To truthfully answer at this time, I'd have to reveal something that is too intimate to reveal.
I just couldn't get that out of my head.
ARE WE RUINED FOR
FINDING OUR FACES FIT
AND WANT TO KNOW MORE
ABOUT MORNING? IS
FRIENDSHIP CANCELLED
IF WE CAN'T CALL
EACH OTHER ANYMORE
IN AMNESIA, INVITE
OURSELVES TO LAST GLANCES
UNDER SUSPICIOUS CLOCKS
TELLING US WHEN WE'VE
HAD ENOUGH? --> He thinks their relationship/attraction may be wrong. Worried about Orli's actor career? About their age difference? He is worried about losing a friend in this. Time is ticking away...time in New Zealand? What comes after?
YOUR STEADY HANDS
CRADLING MY GRATEFUL
SKULL: WERE YOU TAKING
IN MY FACE TO
SAVE AN IMAGE
YOU'VE RARELY ALLOWED
YOURSELF AFTER LEAVING
THAT COLD ALCOVE?
AM I A PHOTOGRAPH
YOU GAZE AT IN
MOMENTS OF WEAKNESS? --> While saying goodbye? They know they can't be together
YOU ORDERED ME
OFF MY KNEES
INTO YOUR ARMS.
WASN'T TO BEG
THAT I KNELT; ONLY
TO SEE YOU ONCE
FROM BELOW --> Just AWWWWW so beautiful and speaks for itself I think ♥
TRIED TO SAY SOMETHING
THAT FILLED MY MOUTH
AND LONGED TO REST
IN YOUR EAR.
DON'T DARE WRITE
IT DOWN FOR FEAR IT'LL
BECOME WORDS, JUST
WORDS --> I think this is really goodbye, and how heartbreaking
Call me a crazy tinhatter, but there are so many hints in that poem....plus it was written from 1999-2002, the timespan in which they were in New Zealand shooting LOTR. It's just too perfect to be a coincidence if you ask me ;)
Finally I want to just mention the translation of another poem
33
It's been days since I've seen you from above
The others feign flight. I like ...
planes, but I don't need them
I study my hands instead of your eyes
When do you know your name when...
no one listens to you? The rain sings on
the tin roof plates, the dreams of yesterday, every drop
stopped by the kitchen roof
where I dream with the cat on my lap.
Okay I'll leave the interpretation of that one up to you guys ;)
And I know I'm not the first one to do this, far from it, but give me a chance, okay?
All poems written by Viggo Mortensen
Trague (devour)
I swallowed the reel and the rod
and the faith that so sweetly I had
the afternoon of the day that I met you.
I saw myself in your eyes and in your arms
and an entire lifetime in your lips I lived
the afternoon of the day that I met you.
Isn't it simply beautiful? Just let it sink in for a few seconds and then it's on to the analysis.
I swallowed the reel and the rod --> he fell in love (perhaps head over heels?)
and the faith that so sweetly I had--> he didn’t want it to happen, doesn’t allow himself to lose control like that normally
the afternoon of the day that I met you.--> love at first sight?
I saw myself in your eyes and in your arms--> he recognizes similarities between them both
and an entire lifetime in your lips I lived--> this speaks for itself I guess ;)
the afternoon of the day that I met you.
Okay no real indication that this might be related to Orli, but it would be nice if it were, right? ;)
Next poem has much more to offer when we talk about tinhattery...
Communion
WE'VE LEFT SHORE SOMEHOW
BECOME THE FRIENDS
OF EARLY THEORY
CLOSE ENOUGH TO SPEAK
DESIRE AND PAIN OF ABSENCE
OF MISTAKES WE'D MAKE
GIVEN THE CHANCE.
EACH SMILE RETURNED
MAKES HARDER AVOIDING
DREAMS THAT SEE US
LYING IN EARLY EVENING
CURTAIN SHADOWS, SKIN
SAFE AGAINST SKIN.
BLOOM OF COMPASSION
RESPECT FOR MOMENTS
EYES LOCK TURNS
FOREVER INTO ONE MORE
VEIL THAT FALLS AWAY.
THIS AFTER SEEING YOU
LAST NIGHT, FIRST TIME
SMELLING YOU WITH
PERMISSION: SHOULDERS TO
WONDER OPENLY AT
AS CAREFULLY KISSED
AS THOSE ARMS
WAITED IMPOSSIBLY ON.
THEY'VE HELD ME NOW
AND YOUR BREATH
DOWN MY BACK
SENT AWAY NIGHT AIR
THAT HAD ME SHAKING
IN THE UNLIT ANGLICAN
DOORWAY.
ARE WE RUINED FOR
FINDING OUR FACES FIT
AND WANT TO KNOW MORE
ABOUT MORNING? IS
FRIENDSHIP CANCELLED
IF WE CAN'T CALL
EACH OTHER ANYMORE
IN AMNESIA, INVITE
OURSELVES TO LAST GLANCES
UNDER SUSPICIOUS CLOCKS
TELLING US WHEN WE'VE
HAD ENOUGH?
YOUR STEADY HANDS
CRADLING MY GRATEFUL
SKULL: WERE YOU TAKING
IN MY FACE TO
SAVE AN IMAGE
YOU'VE RARELY ALLOWED
YOURSELF AFTER LEAVING
THAT COLD ALCOVE?
AM I A PHOTOGRAPH
YOU GAZE AT IN
MOMENTS OF WEAKNESS?
YOU ORDERED ME
OFF MY KNEES
INTO YOUR ARMS.
WASN'T TO BEG
THAT I KNELT; ONLY
TO SEE YOU ONCE
FROM BELOW.
TRIED TO SAY SOMETHING
THAT FILLED MY MOUTH
AND LONGED TO REST
IN YOUR EAR.
DON'T DARE WRITE
IT DOWN FOR FEAR IT'LL
BECOME WORDS, JUST
WORDS.
(1999-2002)
(it was posted in captial letters and I didn't feel like typing it all again)
Also a lovely poem, but let's look a bit deeper, shall we?
WE'VE LEFT SHORE SOMEHOW
BECOME THE FRIENDS
OF EARLY THEORY
CLOSE ENOUGH TO SPEAK
DESIRE AND PAIN OF ABSENCE
OF MISTAKES WE'D MAKE
GIVEN THE CHANCE --> They met in New Zealand and became friends. Both were perhaps a bit homesick and missed the people they left behind? (pain of absence)
EACH SMILE RETURNED
MAKES HARDER AVOIDING
DREAMS THAT SEE US
LYING IN EARLY EVENING
CURTAIN SHADOWS, SKIN
SAFE AGAINST SKIN.
BLOOM OF COMPASSION
RESPECT FOR MOMENTS
EYES LOCK TURNS
FOREVER INTO ONE MORE
VEIL THAT FALLS AWAY --> He dreams of them being together - BLOOM OF COMPASSION!!! Obvious much? ;)
THIS AFTER SEEING YOU
LAST NIGHT, FIRST TIME
SMELLING YOU WITH
PERMISSION: SHOULDERS TO
WONDER OPENLY AT
AS CAREFULLY KISSED
AS THOSE ARMS
WAITED IMPOSSIBLY ON.
THEY'VE HELD ME NOW
AND YOUR BREATH
DOWN MY BACK
SENT AWAY NIGHT AIR
THAT HAD ME SHAKING
IN THE UNLIT ANGLICAN
DOORWAY --> Not much to say but do you remember this interview? What is your favourite smell?
To truthfully answer at this time, I'd have to reveal something that is too intimate to reveal.
I just couldn't get that out of my head.
ARE WE RUINED FOR
FINDING OUR FACES FIT
AND WANT TO KNOW MORE
ABOUT MORNING? IS
FRIENDSHIP CANCELLED
IF WE CAN'T CALL
EACH OTHER ANYMORE
IN AMNESIA, INVITE
OURSELVES TO LAST GLANCES
UNDER SUSPICIOUS CLOCKS
TELLING US WHEN WE'VE
HAD ENOUGH? --> He thinks their relationship/attraction may be wrong. Worried about Orli's actor career? About their age difference? He is worried about losing a friend in this. Time is ticking away...time in New Zealand? What comes after?
YOUR STEADY HANDS
CRADLING MY GRATEFUL
SKULL: WERE YOU TAKING
IN MY FACE TO
SAVE AN IMAGE
YOU'VE RARELY ALLOWED
YOURSELF AFTER LEAVING
THAT COLD ALCOVE?
AM I A PHOTOGRAPH
YOU GAZE AT IN
MOMENTS OF WEAKNESS? --> While saying goodbye? They know they can't be together
YOU ORDERED ME
OFF MY KNEES
INTO YOUR ARMS.
WASN'T TO BEG
THAT I KNELT; ONLY
TO SEE YOU ONCE
FROM BELOW --> Just AWWWWW so beautiful and speaks for itself I think ♥
TRIED TO SAY SOMETHING
THAT FILLED MY MOUTH
AND LONGED TO REST
IN YOUR EAR.
DON'T DARE WRITE
IT DOWN FOR FEAR IT'LL
BECOME WORDS, JUST
WORDS --> I think this is really goodbye, and how heartbreaking
Call me a crazy tinhatter, but there are so many hints in that poem....plus it was written from 1999-2002, the timespan in which they were in New Zealand shooting LOTR. It's just too perfect to be a coincidence if you ask me ;)
Finally I want to just mention the translation of another poem
33
It's been days since I've seen you from above
The others feign flight. I like ...
planes, but I don't need them
I study my hands instead of your eyes
When do you know your name when...
no one listens to you? The rain sings on
the tin roof plates, the dreams of yesterday, every drop
stopped by the kitchen roof
where I dream with the cat on my lap.
Okay I'll leave the interpretation of that one up to you guys ;)