Silence, a failed revolt

Vance 2022-03-21 09:01:54

Recently, I have been in a state of active aphasia. I say I am active because I have not lost my voice, and refusing to speak is not completely silent, but for me, it shows my determination to refuse to show my heart and refuse to connect with the world. This state reminds me of Bergman's film, The Mask.

Elizabeth, an actress who refused to speak after a performance, was admitted to a mental hospital after doctors said she was "healthy". Why Elizabeth decided to remain silent, the film tries to illustrate with her actions in the ward and the narratives of others: in watching the TV report of the self-immolation in the Vietnamese monks square, she felt a certain shock, and the rising fire of the monks sitting silently was The anger of silent resistance; the doctor's words reveal her secret thoughts, as an actor, she is always playing a role, and language as a tool is the accomplice of all this, she wants to be real, remove the disguise of language; The dialogue shows that she is also an actress in life, playing the role of a wife and a mother who loves her children, and the language reinforces these images.

Alma is a nurse who accompanies Elizabeth to take care of her in a nursing home on a desert island. In the process of getting along, Alma tries to talk to Elizabeth, but Elizabeth doesn't say a word. Alma gradually became the narrator, and Elizabeth seemed to listen patiently to her experience. Elizabeth's silence encouraged Alma to get deeper and deeper into her heart, and one night, she desperately confessed to her painful past with a child of two men and one woman. Elizabeth comforted her silently as usual, but revealed her analysis of Alma's experience in a letter to the doctor. Alma was furious when she saw the content of the letter. The trust she thought was built between them collapsed. She questioned her and yelled at her. She continued to respond with silence. In a fit of anger, Alma picked up a saucepan with boiling water and gestured to throw it at Elizabeth. In a hurry, Elizabeth blurted out: "Stop!" Alma relaxed. He came down and asked, "Are you afraid just now?"

If it weren't for the visual dissatisfaction shown by Alma, the silent person would inevitably endure this kind of internal torture, because at the root, silence is an explicit form of arrogance and inner cruelty, which is a kind of harm to those close to him. When faced with Alma's trust, she needed to respond to her with the same candor, she did not speak, she unleashed kindness, but more as a bystander, treating her as a research object; and in jeopardizing her life When she was safe, she instinctively used language to protect herself, indicating that silence was only her choice, and language itself did not fail.

If Alma represented Elizabeth's true self, and Elizabeth as an actress was just a mask of self, then she chose to maintain the mask at that moment, but since then, her decision has changed, and she has changed from looking at it as a bystander. The inner role becomes the role of dealing with the world with the true self. So, after Elizabeth pushed Alma out and asked her to hug and have sex with her husband instead of herself, Alma became Elizabeth, and "hidden" herself, that is, the mask receded, and Elizabeth chose the truth.

Why do I associate my reluctance to speak and my refusal to talk to the world? Because my attempts to express myself with the outside world have failed, my choice is out of revenge, I just want to convey my anger and helplessness, I feel that I have no better way to fight back than silence, but silent resistance is destined to be lose.

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  • Sister Alma: Elisabet? Can I read you something from my book? Or am I disturbing you? It says here:"All the anxiety we bear with us, all our thwarted dreams, the incomprehensible cruelty, our fear of extinction, the painful insight into our earthly condition, have slowly eroded our hope of an other-wordly salvation. The howl of our faith and doubt against the darkness and silence, is one of the most awful proofs of our abandonment and our terrified, unuttered knowledge." Do you think it's like that?

  • Sister Alma: Karl-Henrik and I rented a cottage by the sea once. It was June, and we were all alone. One day, when Karl-Henrik had gone into town, I went to the beach on my own. It was a warm and lovely day. There was another girl there. She'd paddled over from another island because our beach was sunnier and more secluded. We lay there, sunbathing beside one another, complete naked, dozing now and then, putting suntan lotion on. We had those cheap straw hats on, you know? I had a blue ribbon around mine. I lay there peeping out from under my hat at the landscape and the sea and the sun. It was kind of funny. Suddenly I saw two figures leaping about on the rock above us. They would hide and then peek out. "There's a couple of boys looking at us," I told the girl. Her name was Katarina. "Let them look," she said, and turned over on her back. It was a strange feeling. I wanted to jump up and put my robe on but I just lay there on my stomach with my bottom in the air, not at all embarrassed, completely calm. Katarina lay there next to me the whole time, with her breasts and thick thighs. She just lay there sort of giggling to herself. I noticed that the boys had come closer. They just stood there looking at us. I noticed they were terribly young. Then one of them - the more daring of the two - came up and squatted down next to Katarina. He pretended to be busy picking at his toes. I felt so strange. Suddenly I heard Katarina say, "Hey, why don't you come over here?" She took him by the hand and helped him off with his jeans and shirt. Then suddenly he was on top of her. She guided him in with her hands on his behind. The other boy just sat on the slope and watched. I heard Katarina whisper in the boy's ear and laugh. His face was right next to mine. It was red and swollen. Suddenly I turned over and said, "Aren't you coming over to me too?" And Katarina said, "Go to her now." He pulled out of her and fell on top of me, completely hard. He grabbed my breast. It hurt so bad. I was ready somehow and came almost at once. Can you believe it? I was about to say, "Careful you don't get me pregnant" when he suddenly came. I felt it like never before in my life, the way he sprayed his seed into me. He gripped my shoulders and arched backward. I came over and over. Katarina lay on her side and watched and held him from behind. After he came, she took him in her arms and used his hand to make herself come. When she came, she screamed like a banshee. Then all three of us started laughing. We called to the other boy, who was sitting on the slope. His name was Peter. He came down, looking all confused and shivering despite the sunshine. Katarina unbuttoned his pants and started to play with him. And when he came, she took him in her mouth. He bent down and kissed her back. She turned around, took his head in both hands, and gave him her breast. The other boy got so excited that he and I started all over again. It was just as good as before. Then we went for a swim and parted ways. When I got home, Karl-Henrik was already back from town. We ate dinner and drank some red wine he'd brought. Then we had sex. It's never been as good, before or since. Can you understand that?