alkeme8
10-31-2005, 02:34 PM
MIMETOLITHS
a documentary film by
Algis Kemezys
(514) 583-5831
alkeme2008@yahoo.com
(text of the narration:)
(scenes are identified by their scene-sequence number, and by approximate timing in the course of the film)
Scene 1: minute 0:15
Mimetoliths are rocks and stones that mimic living beings; that look like people, and animals, and chimeras, and beasts, and mythical creatures, and gods.
The best mimetoliths are found on the cliffs and the beaches and inside the caves of Crete, the mightiest of the Greek Isles.
Here, mountains stretch out like champion warriors at rest, and lover-shaped canyon-walls touch and kiss each other, and countless would-be destroyers sit petrified and harmless.
Mimetoliths are the prime elements of the immortal landscape of Crete.
They are its collective imagery and its view. In Greek, the word for view is the’-a, and for goddess it is the-a’.
To look at the view closely and become one with it, is to touch the divine.
Scene 3: minute 3:30
Let us for a moment suspend disbelief and agree that Ouranos, the Sky, his son Kronos or Saturn, and his grandson Zeus or Dias, were real people. Titans from outer space, who descended on our planet using the mountain crevices of western Crete as their portals.
That they came to us to light our way, alter our DNA, teach us their celestial secrets, to decipher for us a higher intelligence, to deliver us from the caves.
This was long ago, many thousands of years before Homer, even before the age of the Mycenaeans and the Trojans, a time so infused with Myth, so otherworldly and inexplicable, that it as true and alive today as it ever was.
It is a time when a guardian flying-monster named Talos used to circle Crete several times a day to protect it from invaders. A seemingly invincible being that fell prey to the icy gaze of Medea the Sorceress, who turned it into stone, yet another mimetolith on the forbidding White Mountains.
This is also the time of King Minos, whom the gods ordained to rule Crete; and of Daedalus whom Minos enslaved and forced him to build the Labyrinth; and of the Minotaur, the ferocious half-man half-bull who roared inside that Labyrinth, primed to destroy Crete and only pacified if children were sacrificed to his appetites; and of Theseus who slayed the Minotaur and found his way out of the Labyrinth because Ariadne, who loved him, had given him string to guide him to safety.
Scene 14: minute 13:00
Images on mimetoliths can be cameos. Here is a stone found on a beach, black with pink veins, on which Atlas holds the world on his tireless shoulders; his arms taut, his chest straining, his gaze ablaze: an original super-hero...
or, they can appear magnified on jagged canyon crevices where they sit jewel-like...
or, on a sliver of stone, and the pained imprint of a seer, a victim of ancient intolerance...
and on olive trees in whose gnarled trunks, the Ancients said, human souls are trapped...
and in the shapes that are piled on boulders around the beach...
and on a talisman that will tell a different tale in miniature to each of us; most evocatively when immersed in water.
and more timeless still on hillsides where sheep have grazed for millennia.
a documentary film by
Algis Kemezys
(514) 583-5831
alkeme2008@yahoo.com
(text of the narration:)
(scenes are identified by their scene-sequence number, and by approximate timing in the course of the film)
Scene 1: minute 0:15
Mimetoliths are rocks and stones that mimic living beings; that look like people, and animals, and chimeras, and beasts, and mythical creatures, and gods.
The best mimetoliths are found on the cliffs and the beaches and inside the caves of Crete, the mightiest of the Greek Isles.
Here, mountains stretch out like champion warriors at rest, and lover-shaped canyon-walls touch and kiss each other, and countless would-be destroyers sit petrified and harmless.
Mimetoliths are the prime elements of the immortal landscape of Crete.
They are its collective imagery and its view. In Greek, the word for view is the’-a, and for goddess it is the-a’.
To look at the view closely and become one with it, is to touch the divine.
Scene 3: minute 3:30
Let us for a moment suspend disbelief and agree that Ouranos, the Sky, his son Kronos or Saturn, and his grandson Zeus or Dias, were real people. Titans from outer space, who descended on our planet using the mountain crevices of western Crete as their portals.
That they came to us to light our way, alter our DNA, teach us their celestial secrets, to decipher for us a higher intelligence, to deliver us from the caves.
This was long ago, many thousands of years before Homer, even before the age of the Mycenaeans and the Trojans, a time so infused with Myth, so otherworldly and inexplicable, that it as true and alive today as it ever was.
It is a time when a guardian flying-monster named Talos used to circle Crete several times a day to protect it from invaders. A seemingly invincible being that fell prey to the icy gaze of Medea the Sorceress, who turned it into stone, yet another mimetolith on the forbidding White Mountains.
This is also the time of King Minos, whom the gods ordained to rule Crete; and of Daedalus whom Minos enslaved and forced him to build the Labyrinth; and of the Minotaur, the ferocious half-man half-bull who roared inside that Labyrinth, primed to destroy Crete and only pacified if children were sacrificed to his appetites; and of Theseus who slayed the Minotaur and found his way out of the Labyrinth because Ariadne, who loved him, had given him string to guide him to safety.
Scene 14: minute 13:00
Images on mimetoliths can be cameos. Here is a stone found on a beach, black with pink veins, on which Atlas holds the world on his tireless shoulders; his arms taut, his chest straining, his gaze ablaze: an original super-hero...
or, they can appear magnified on jagged canyon crevices where they sit jewel-like...
or, on a sliver of stone, and the pained imprint of a seer, a victim of ancient intolerance...
and on olive trees in whose gnarled trunks, the Ancients said, human souls are trapped...
and in the shapes that are piled on boulders around the beach...
and on a talisman that will tell a different tale in miniature to each of us; most evocatively when immersed in water.
and more timeless still on hillsides where sheep have grazed for millennia.