aglimpseof 04 . PURPLE PASSAGE



SOURCE TEXT: The chapter “Purple Passage” from Derek Jarman’s book “Chroma, A Book of Colour – June 93” (Vintage 1995).


• The prose text You Will be Safe by Dimitra Ioannou is linked to the word “home”

• The tune Tune 17 by Vassilis Papadopoulos is linked to the word “violated”

• The photo diptych Drama Queen by Antonis Katsouris are linked to the word “queen”

• The photo Morv by Panayiotis Lamprou is linked to the word “morv”

Memories, contemplations, and factoids organized by colour. “Chroma, A Book of Colour – June 93” (Vintage 1995) was written and dictated as Derek Jarman, the singular British film maker, painter, writer and performer, was losing his sight. “I wrote this book in an absence of time. If I have overlooked something you hold precious – write it in the margin. I write all over my books, as markers fall out. (…) I know my colours are not yours. Two colours are never the same, even if they’re from the same tube. Context changes the way we perceive them.” His last film was “Blue”.

Enjoy the chapter on purple.

PURPLE PASSAGE by Derek Jarman

Rose red city.
Half as old as time. ¹

Pink, mauve and violet jostle each other from red to black.

Roses are red
Violets are blue.

Poor violet violated for a rhyme.

There is no natural pink pigment, though you can buy something called ‘flesh tint’ which in no way resembles the pasty faces of the north or the tanned ones of the south.

Mauve is a chimera. It barely exists except as a description of the 1890’s, the Mauve Decade.

Purple marches and violet shrinks.

Pink begat mauve begat purple begat violet…

… with the exception of violet they are allies. Violet is respectable.

The rarest and most beautiful eyes are violet. I’m told that is the secret of Elisabeth Taylor.

Pink is always shocking. Naked. All those acres of flesh that cover the ceilings of the Renaissance. Pontormo is the pinkest painter.

Purple is passionate, maybe violet becomes a little bolder and FUCKS pink into purple. Sweet lavender blushes and watches.


Pink was the passion of the Mauve Decade – the Ballets Roses that Baron Fersen staged with young children for rich matrons at tea. Were these naked children innocent? The baron caused a scandal with other youthful indiscretions and support was withdrawn from him by the wealthy ladies, who sat admiring the children, posed as Venus and Adonis, Hercules and any number of Graces. Fersen left Paris in a hurry for the south, where he built a villa in Capri. Mauve had found its home. Fersen’s taste was not for children, so there was no paedophilia in the pink. He was after young navvies, and picked one up – a surprisingly handsome straight boy who lived with him faithfully to the end, polishing and filling the baron’s jade opium pipes.

Opium is the mauve drug. It brings to mind this time with its mysterious acrid smell.

You will find that Christ’s robe in many medieval paintings, Piero de la Francesca’s Resurrection, for instance, is bright pink.

In the 1950s the song “Think Pink” restored the colour to its popularity. The Fifties were a pink decade. There is pink in the make-up of sex goddesses. Marilyn Monroe was certainly pink. Those Venuses who wore nothing but coral beads – peek-a-boo pink.

The pink nubile ladies of the music hall in flesh-coloured tights.

Valentino tinted pink in the movies.

‘In the Pink’. My dictionary says: ‘in the most perfect health’, though Venus gave the name to shady diseases and haunted the clap clinic.

Pink eyed.

She was dressed by Schiaparelli in shocking pink. Lipstick pink. Pink icing. Soap and the packaging of cosmetics was pink. Pink flattered. In that world big girls as well as little girls wore pink.

Against this earthly pink, Rudolph Steiner proposed peach blossom, representing the living image  of the soul as revealed in the colour of the human skin. Colour becomes a nonsense – I wonder if  Steiner had been black he would have swapped the colours? Only when a soul withdraws, he says, does a person turn green. This again is nothing to do with the soul, the muddle that ludwig Wittgenstein perceived in the use of that word, the soul as concrete, is clear here. The green is just a physiological taste brought in by the withdrawal of blood from the epidermis. Souls do not have colour.

At twenty I painted pictures in pink. Pink interiors with pink girls. Was this a burgeoning of my sexuality?

Twenty years later. The pink triangle was reclaimed from history. The Nazis used pink to send those in same-sex relationships to the gas chamber.

When Queen Mary visited my father’ RAF station at Kidlington early in the Fifties, a pink lavatory was built for her visit. The entire station trooped past it, no one had ever seen anything like it. In the event she never used it.

Later pink bathrooms became the rage. You’ll grow a little lovelier each day with wonderful pink Camay.

This afternoon I walked to Rowneys and bought a tube of Fresh Tint.

Pink is the navy blue of India.
(Diana Vreeland)

And so to mauve…


Mowve, pronounced Morv by the late Victorians, became a rage in fashion after the aniline dye was produced from coal. It was discovered in 1856 by William Perkins, who mixed aniline and chromic acid. It seems to have had little time to gather much mystery – where does it appear in poetry? It is confined to the chemistry lesson.

Its use for cloth dyeing led to the naming of the Mauve Decade. It was identified with decadence and artificiality. The black of mourning was touched with violet not mauve. No Victorian matron dressed in mauve.

I stopped at Elisabeth Stranger’s Hellebore Heaven this morning and bought a plant from her greenhouse with a mass of mauve flowers.


Imperial purple marching out of antiquity. Priceless Tyrian purple.

My mother used to say in her youth if one had tresses bound in purple that was a great adornment – but for the whose hair is yellower than a torch it is better to dress in chaplets of blooming flowers.
(Sappho, Greek Lyrical Poetry)

Purple is gay and bright whenever the rays of the sun are weak and shady.
(Aristotle, op.cit.)

Purple shrouds the blackest heart. The imperial family wrapped their newborn children in purple – born in the purple.

Desdemona’s handkerchief was purple in Verdi’s Othello.

On purple sheets I see cheap flatterers sprawl drunkenly.

Cleopatra’s barge…
Burn’d on the water; the poop was beaten gold,
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them. ²

Lady Grey, megalomaniac, Vicereine of India, had an obsession for imperial purple. Not only did she wear it, but she had purple tablecloths at her reception, purple sweet wrappers, and even purple flowers.

In Japan if you’re purple you’re purple with envy, not green. But purple is also an expression of being gay, the blue of men and the red of women combine to make queer purple.

The lack of oxygen turns me purple. I lie in my hospital bed, short of breath.

Purple is verbose, the purple passage. Angry, purple passion overblown. Purple in the face.

Nero dressed in purple, the household in red.

If anger is red then rage is purple.

As Nero torched Rome his face turned purple.

Purple was manufactured on the shores of the Sea of Tyre… Tyrian purple. It was extracted in minute quantities from a shell, Murex, and cloth was boiled with dye and exposed to the morning sun on the seashore, turning it into the most costly product in antiquity. Its manufacture was controlled by the Imperial Family of the Collegium Tinctorium under the auspices of Melcath the Phoenician God. As no example of purple cloth remains from antiquity, we do not know what it looked like.

Was it the colour of the Scottish highland, beyond the known world, or the inky flowers of the anemone – the flower of the wind? The Murex, a mollusc, contained a little cyst that was broken – discharging a white fluid. Thousands of shells were needed for a few grams. By the eighth century the colour went out of fashion.

Purple in painting was disapproved of by Pliny, who remarked acidly:

Now that purple is put to use on our walls and India contributes with the mud of the rivers and with the gore of her snakes and elephants, there is no longer noble painting… Now we only appreciate the richness of the material.
(Jacob Isager, Pliny on Art)

We are suspicious of purple, it has a hollow bombast. It is the colour of Hendrix, Purple Haze, Deep Purple, Prince’s excess – dangerous. The purple hearts that took us through the sober nights of the Sixties.

O, for a draught of vintage! That hath been
Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!

O, for the beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple stained mouth…
(John Keats, Ode to Nightingale)


The sea has a purple tinge when
The waves rise at an angle
And are consequently in shadow.

The purple emperor embraces the purple orchid. The emperor is rare, it is attracted to rotting meat.

Plums, grapes and figs and aubergine all purple – but the most mysterious purple are the shoots of Crambe maritima, which push through the shingle in March at Dungeness³, before forming a blue green.

The red cabbage is purple.

The purple amethyst, my birth stone – 31 January, under the sign of Aquarius.


Who walked between the violet and the violet
Who walked between
The various ranks of varied green,
Going in white and blue, in Mary’s colour,
Talking of trivial things …
(T S Eliot, Ash-Wednesday)

Violet is overwhelmed by green. The Violet hides itself. Sweet-scented Viola odorata. The only colour in the spectrum named after a flower. The humble violet flower, the flower of Mary magdalene. Worn in mourning by my grandmother may. Bunches of violets from Cornwall heralded the spring. My aunt Violet … Vi … an Edwardian spinster who lived with her sister guarding the legacy of a tyrannical father who never let a suitor cross the doorstep. Quick-tongued and salty.

It was said Alexander the Great’s urine smelled of violets.

Humble intuitive violet
Gathering the shadows.

Crystallised Parma violets, a childhood treat
I have not seen for years
And gentian violet to cleanse cuts from the football pitch

‘Athens,’ wrote Pindar, ‘is violet crowned.’

Violet chaplets were sold in the markets. Pliny had  a terrace scented with violets.

Violet was the shortest wavelength of the spectrum. Behind it the invisible ultraviolet.

As a nine-year-old on the cliffs at Hordle I discovered a bank of sweet violets and used to creep through the hedge that enclosed the school playing field and lie in the sun dreaming. What did I dream in my violet youth?

Jupiter was violet and not imperial purple.

Violet paint is rarely used. Where do you see it on a canvas? The Impressionists created violet shadows in the Mauve Decade. Monet’s haystacks awash with pinks and violets in the sunset.

Of all the colours violet is a luxury. Cobalt violet  – manganese violet – ultramarine violet – and Mars violet.

Kandinsky said: “Violet is red withdrawn from humanity by blue. But the red in violet must be cold. Violet is therefore both in the physical and spiritual sense a cooled red. It is sad and ailing.”4

Christian violet, a temporary death to the world.

Adriana Lecouvreur5 was killed by a jealous lover with a bunch of poisoned violets.

Notes by “a glimpse of”

1. The last line of a poem about Petra written by John-William Burgon in 1845. Petra is known as the “rose-red city” for the colours of the rocks in which it is curved.

2. “Burn’d on the water … Love-sick with them”: extract from Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare, Act II, Scene 2.

3. Dungeness in Kent where Jarman bought a fisherman’s cottage in the mid-eighties. The Prospect Cottage faced a nuclear power station.

4. Extract from the book Concerning the Spiritual in Art.

5. Opera in 4 acts by Francesco Cilea.


του Αντώνη Κατσούρη / by Antonis Katsouris

λέξη-σύνδεσμος: κουίν/βασίλισσα / word-link: queen




SOURCE TEXT: The script of the movie Funeral Parade of Roses by Toshio Matsumoto.


• The scenario At the temple of sad stories by Dimitra Ioannou is linked to the word “fake”

• The photo Is it a rose or is it a mirror? by Cateryna Kosty is linked to the word “mirage”

• The photo When (your) love was green by Antonis Katsouris is linked to the word “garden”

• The collage Queen by Vassilis Salpistis is linked to the word “queen”

• The drawing Beautiful, Eddie by Irini Karayannopoulou is linked to the word “beautiful”

• The image Deserting by Angela Mewes is linked to the word “deserting”

• The image Eddie by Angela Mewes is linked to the word “Eddie”

aglimpseof’s second issue begins with the script of the movie “Funeral Parade of Roses” by Toshio Matsumoto (Tokyo, 1969); a“mosaic” of dialogues, recollections, interviews, thoughts, comments, lyrics and quotations that was made by free association so as to create a psychedelically blurred narration. “The story doesn’t unfold along a single strand of linear time”, as Matsumoto himself points out in his commentary track which is included on the DVD release of the film by Eureka!/Masters of Cinema (

“The theme of blurred outlines becomes a central motif in the film. The fact that boundary lines are not delineated and that the definition of things is unclear. In other words, things are separated down the middle by boundary lines and this system of demarcating various things in the world was created entirely by human beings. So this means that when the standards and criteria imposed on the world become less exact, our way of looking at the world becomes more blurred. Therefore, objectivity and subjectivity, male and female, fiction and reality, all these definitions become blurred. I think you can understand the issue here is that we were in an era when our world which has been adjusted to fit according to our ideas no longer seemed so fixed and inflexible. I suppose we could call this vagueness, this haze a kind of fissure in the world.”

PS. The asterisks are used to indicate the scenes; tiny fragments with no chronological order that you may read in a fragmented way if you find the text too long (which is).

Funeral Parade of roses by Toshio Matsumoto

I am the wound and the blade, both the torturer and he who is flayed.1

– It’s a beautiful day.
– It’s too bright.
– Is that OK?
– Yes. I don’t like the sun.
– You’re like an owl.
– Oh, no. Pass me that.
– Do you like my muscles?
– Can you lift the chair?
– Of course I can.
– Can you do my back up?
– How do I look?
Beautiful, Eddie.
– Do you like my hair down or up?
– Either way.
– I hate to leave you.
– Don’t quit the bar.
– I have to.
– Give me time. I’ll make Leda quit the bar. Then you’ll be the proprietress.
– She’ll want revenge over the dope.
– Damn Leda!


– Do you want a cigarette?
– That was Leda.
– No.
– It was.
– Don’t look back.
– Was she following us?
– Nonsense!
– But it was Leda.
– What will she do?
– Nothing.
– I’m scared.
– Damn Leda! If she acts funny…
– Don’t say anymore.


– Your hand. Everybody, your hands, please!
– What is it?
– Open your hand.
– What’s this?


– You look exactly like a girl. How long have you been a queen?
– For four years.
– Why did you decide to become a queen?
– I wanted to be a girl. I like it.
– You like girls?
– No, I like to behave like one.
– Does it satisfy you?
– Well, I’m very happy now.
– Will you become a “man” again?
– I don’t think so.
– Will you become a transsexual?
– No, I won’t go that far.


– How long have you been gay?
– Since last December.
– How come?
– I like it.
– You like what?
– Being gay.
– Gay? You mean you like men?
– Not exactly. I can’t tell. I like gays, that’s all.
– Being a queen?
– Yes.
– How come?
– I was born that way.
– Born?


– Hello! It’s been a long time.
– What a great place.
– I was so tired.
– Too much sex!
– Do you know what this is?
– What is it?
– As if you didn’t know.
– Oh, no! You’re embarrassing me.
– Watch!


– Things have changed.
– In this area, yes. You’re so right.
– It was good in Akasaka.
– The good old days!
– This is the Madame.
– Beautiful! Wonderful!
– Telephone for you.
– Excuse me.
– Hello? Mr Iida? Where are you? The Jardin? Come over here. I’ll be waiting. See you later.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?

– You’re late.
– I’m sorry.
– Glad you could make it. She’s got a nerve.
– By the way, did you bring it?


– Where to, Tony?
– Hey, what’s up? Hey, were are you going?


– Steady! No. All right, cut!
– I’ll do it.
– Take it easy.
– You arse! Leave it to me. Move it, you lot. Slowly. OK?
– No.
– This is as good as I can make it.
– It’s no good.
– Damn it!
– Good! It’s OK.
– I’m talented!
– Hardly!
– Don’t move!
– Yeah, that’s it.
– Cut! That’s all.
– We’ve 20 feet left.
– Want a cigarette?
– Keep it.
– I want to smoke marijuana.
– Eddie’s not here.
– Burn banana peel.
– That doesn’t work.
– I have two pills.
– Give them to me!
– Only two.
– Eye lotion helps.
– Drink it!


– They look weird!
– He looks good!


Funeral Parade of Roses


– She’s shameless, that girl! She makes me mad.
– Don’t worry. Young people nowadays think differently.
– You’re just encouraging them.
– Don’t be critical or no one will work with you.
– But Eddie has bad manners. All she knows is how to flirt.
– Times have changed.
– But queens should have pride, too. We must respect ourselves. Ouch.
– What’s wrong?
– I cut my leg. I’m bleeding. Look. Ouch.
– It’s like a mosquito bite. You’re all right now. Don’t get hysterical.
– I’m sorry. I was anxious.
– What about?
– That you’d desert me.
– You’re being stupid.
– You won’t?
– Never.
– Who do you like better, me or Eddie?
– You, of course.


– Let’s have some fun together.
– Come on.
– What’s wrong?
– Nothing.
– Are you alone?
– Yes, but I’m all right now.
– How about a drink with me?
– Come and keep me company.


“Every man has his own mask which he has carved for a long time. Some wear the same masks all their lives, others use a variety of masks. Some masks stress the features others are far from their original. Some are poor and easily distinguishable others are so skilfully made, they’re hardly distinguishable. People always wear masks when they face each other. They see only masks. Even if they remove their masks their faces seldom expose themselves. Because there may be second masks. And even third masks hidden under the first ones. Therefore, people often take your masks for you. And you take theirs for them. The objective of love and hatred may be the masks. Faces suffer loneliness. People try to escape from it and make new masks.”


– Hey, taxi, taxi!
– Where are we going?


– Look, Guevara. Do you want this?
– Thread it through.
– OK.


What a sly, mysterious scheme!


– Cut! Oh, wait. OK. OK!
– You don’t need the microphone.
– Next, an interview with Rabbit.
– An interview? We only have 20 minutes left. Only 20 minutes.
– Let’s have an interview with Rabbit.


– Do you like the love scene?
– Yes.
– A man loves a man. As a queen, what do you think? Don’t you feel guilty?
– Well, you can love a man, as well as a woman. If you’re in love, it makes no difference.
– Do queens have no interest in girls as sex objects?
– There are various types. I can’t say yes or no.
– Are you more interested in men or in women?
– Me personally?
– I mean generally.
– Generally, yes. They tell themselves they’re women.
– How about you?
– Me? You can guess.


Please don’t smoke/your cigarettes in bed./If you truly love me/please just turn out the lights./Let’s close our eyes./And dream sweet dreams./Your sighs say more to me/than any words could./Tonight we will be together/once again./Please don’t smoke/your cigarettes in bed, will you?

– Do you know “NHSMC”? Nihon Homosexual Men’s Club.
– Where is it?
– In Minami-cho. There’s a party every week. The members bring handsome boys.
– I read about it in the paper.
– No, it’s in Akasaka.
– Really?
– You mean the secret club for homosexuals?
– There’s a lot of them.
– There are many impersonators, too.
– Impersonators?
– They pretend to be gay.
– They can earn more that way.
– Don’t look at us like that. We’re the genuine article!
– Some detectives are here.
– Detectives?
– Eddie… Do you know him?
– Who?
– He’s called Yagawa.
– He’s missing.
– Never seen him.


– It was 12 years ago today. You don’t remember.
– Forget about father. You have me.


– This is so delicious.
– How nice!
– That’s pretty!
– It’s expensive.
– It could be a present for me.
– A patron?
– Yes.
– Old news.
– I didn’t know.
– Excuse me.
– Me, too.

Board of Film Censorship/15877


– What good is she? She’s just a loafer.
– Come, come.
– Nothing is any good.
– Watch out. I understand. Go to bed.
– Promise me you’ll fire Eddie, or I won’t move.
– You’re impossible. Eddie is the number one girl at Bar Genet. Customers come to see her.  Remember that.
– You’re in love with her. Say so.
– Stop being stupid! You’re always complaining.
– You rat! Are you a man?
-“Are you a man?” That’s a question I should ask you. I’ll make one thing clear. If anyone has to quit, it’s you, not her.
– I understand. Try to fire me, if you can. I’ll expose your secret business.

Then, you don’t love mankind?

– Don’t desert me!
– I’m not kidding!

No, I hate it.


– Damn Leda! If she acts funny…
– Don’t say any more. Stop! Please stop.
– What’s up?
– I feel sick. Let me get out.
– Don’t be nervous, Eddie. I’ll take you home.
– I need some fresh air.
– Are you all right? I’ll call you later.


– They look weird.


– So, what do you think of it?
– I don’t know.
– My ears are humming.
– I’ve never seen anything like it before.
– Unplug the speakers.
– It’s very “underground”, isn’t it?
– Kind of…
– You look surprised.
– I am.
– “All definitions of cinema have been erased. All doors are now open”, Menas Jokas.
– Jonas Mekas.
– Of course.
– But you must feel something with your body.
– It’s intoxicating.
– Really? I prefer real drugs.
– Good! It’s time for some.
– No.
– Oh, pot!
– Good!
– No!
– Don’t push me.
– Two for me.
– Two. No credit.
– Don’t be stingy!
– For you, Piro?
– One.


– How much marijuana have you smoked?
– I’ve smoked a lot. I smoke heavily.
– How do you feel when you smoke it?
– I feel like I’m floating up from the chair. That’s how I feel. Like a chair on a rock. Do you know that feeling? A chair on a rock. It’s not too hard to touch. I’m floating up from my bed… That kind of feeling. I want that feeling again. I want more of it.
– Have you ever smoked marijuana?
– No.


– Have you ever done drugs?
– I do them all the time.
– What kind of drugs?
– Minahai and Norumo. When I’m out of that I take Maruso and Donton.
– How do you feel?
– Well, my senses become paralysed. I become psychologically idle, that’s all.
– Well, I find myself in a state of mind where I can’t see myself.
– Something like a state of ecstasy?
– Not like ecstasy, or anything. When I take it too much I don’t even remember that I’ve taken it. I don’t feel like I exist, but still I hear later on that I was moving around, and did many things. It’s an interesting experience.
– What are you looking for from that experience?
– I’m not looking for anything. It’s meaningless.
– How did you get yourself caught up in this habit?
– Well, it’s like alcohol, but it’s easier to take than alcohol.


– Stop it! You’re tickling me!
– You’re next!
– Try your best!
– The top or the bottom?
– You’re a glamorous type!
– Guevara, go for it!
– See, I told you I could!
– Take off your shirt!
– Get off me! I’ll do it!
– What a dirty vest!
– Eddie’s next.
– Me? No.
– Try harder, Eddie.
– Strip!
– Not yet. Take these off first.
– “The first chapter has ended. I’ll leave you and go on my next trip.”


Roses. Oh, the empire of roses!


– Good morning!
– Hello!
– Let’s go to the beauty parlour.
– Just give me a minute.
– OK.
– I’ll put my make-up on.
– These look delicious. Can I have one?
– Of course you can.
– It looks nice.
– Oh, no, you’re imagining things.
– You are.
– We both have bad imaginations. Have you sinned?
– It was a laugh. I ate at the Kamehachi last night. A boy who sat beside me asked for a date. He invited me to a hotel. I had a few drinks and then I went to the hotel with him. He was a masochist. He asked me to tie him up and step on him. He cried like a fur seal! He believed all the time that I was a girl. But I feel sorry for boys like him.


– You’re being naughty!


– Goodnight.
– Eddie, wait.
– You know what I want to speak to you about? Do you think that I can’t see what you’re up to?

– How dare you? Get out!
– Damn you!


“Behind the masks, faces suffer loneliness. People try to escape.”

– Is that you, Eddie?
– Eddie! Come on!


– I warned you, didn’t I? Don’t cry. This is the last bit.
– Will I’ll be all right for my birthday?
– Of course. They’re just scratches.
– Will you celebrate my birthday with me?
– Let’s go to the Imperial Hotel and have a big party.
– No, let’s have it in my apartment, just the two of us. I’ll decorate my room with flowers. Roses, of course. I’ll light candles as well. It will be wonderful.


– I’m scared. Everything’ s hazy.
– The outlines are always changing.
– I reach for something, but the next moment I see nothing.
– You’re not the only one.
– Can’t I see it as it really is? Or is it gone?
– Suppose it never was there.
– From the beginning?
– Yes, just like a mirage.
– What should I believe?
– I don’t know.
– It’s strange.
– What is?
– It’s like I’ve seen it before. But that’s impossible, right? It’s strange. Something is wrong with me. Can that happen?
– Watch out. Don’t run!


Father’s Return.2


Let the day perish wherein I was born...3


“…it may have an adverse effect on young people. Police headquarters today started an investigation into drug smuggling. As a counter plan, some commentators think it’s too little too late. That’s the end of the news.”


– That was Leda.
– No.
– It was.
– Don’t look back.
– Was she following us?
– Nonsense!


– Scum!


– I feel funny today.
– You’re just tired.
– I feel like “life” left me behind a long, long time ago.
– “A man spend most of his lifetime walking. But he isn’t always a walker. It’s possible that a man who walks little and hates to walk and is never good at walking is a walker beyond doubt.” Le Clezio, a writer, said that.


– You’re being naughty!
– No!
– Don’t! Don’t! Don’t! Don’t! Don’t! Don’t!


– Eddie! Eddie!

The road to sanctity is narrow.4


– Cut!
– What do you think about the hero?
– He and I have something in common. His father leaves him as a child. His way of living resembles mine. His character, too.
– His character? Do you sympathise with him?
– In the way that he lives, yes. But not in terms of incest, or things like that. But I do understand him.
– How did the role attract you?
– This is my first movie, and I’m very interested in it. My circumstances are similar to his. That’s one reason. And gay life is portrayed beautifully.
– And the love scenes?
– I just follow what the director says.


We demand the complete and unconditional withdrawal of all US forces from their bases in Japan!


– Do you know her?
– Only by sight.
– She doesn’t know me.
– That’s good.
– What do you want me to do?
– Be sure that you get her face.


– Who’s there? What’s wrong?
– The police are after me.
– You’re bleeding. Come here.
– I’m really grateful.
– You should go to a hospital.
– Did it hurt?
– No, I didn’t feel it.
– You’re lucky, your injury isn’t serious.
– Thank you.
– Why take part in a riot?
– To bring down the government.
– That still doesn’t justify violence.
– “What matters is not the admission of violence but the progressiveness of the violence. Αnd whether the violence will stop or whether it will last forever. In deciding, don’t judge crimes by morality. People use morality purely by mistake. Place crimes in terms of logic and dynamics and in history, where they belong.”
– I’m late. I must be going.
– I’m sorry to have troubled you.
– That’s all right.


-You’ re late.
– I’m sorry.
– Glad you could make it. She’s got a nerve.
– Hello. Sorry to have kept you waiting. Thanks. It’s all finished. Thanks to you, I have a good appetite.


– What are you looking at?
– What are you looking at?
– You’re looking for trouble, you fags!
– What did you call us?
– She called us fags!
– You are fags, aren’t you?
– You’re just common girls!
– Common girls!
– Men don’t like common girls.
– You dare to call us common? There’s nothing common about our gang tattoos! You see? Now, get them!


– Welcome home. How are they?
– Terrible!
– Are they hurt? Eddie, as well? I don’t want to lose her.
– No kidding! Stop acting! What did you ask Osumi to do for you? She confessed. Did you think that your lousy trick would work?
– Please listen to me.
– Shut up! I see. You mean you love me that much? Or you mean that you love running Bar Genet, not me?
– You’re cruel.
– Don’t cry. No tears for me. No, thank you. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?” What a joke! You’re getting old. Your time is over.
– Just like that?
– You can’t blackmail me. There’s no evidence. Take your time and look for it.


The sun, a decapitated head.5


– Are you alone?
– No.
– Welcome. Come in.
– Do you like Akihiro Maruyama?
– I like Carousel Maki.
– I like Maruyama.
– Why?
– Because Maki is a transsexual. I’m sorry.
– How is your movie going?
– There are only a few more scenes to do.
– It’s tough on your first movie.
– Is it interesting?
– I’m not sure. It’s very unique though.

Awaiting your esteemed acclamation!


– Have you seen Leda?
– That’s strange. Juju sent for her.
– She’s late.
– Can we meet again?
– I don’t know. Vietnam is at war.
– Eddie, Juju is on the phone.
– Hello, it’s me. What?


– Roses were her favorite flowers.
– They had to be artificial, too.
– Thank you.
– Thank you, all. Come this way.
– The ground here is sinking.
– It’s true! Look at that.
– The graves are sinking!
– I wish the whole country would sink under water.

The end of the world is nigh.


– Guevara. What are you thinking?
– About the exit.
– What exit?
– “Now, from the open ceiling roses are falling, one after another. Spring! O unhappy spring!”


– Leave it there.
Eddie… I mean Madame. That sounds funny.
– Why?
– What about this one?
– Let me see. Put it in the corner. Sir, throw this away.
– Goodbye.
– Good luck.
– Make sure to drop by again.
– Madame… Can I leave it here?
– Yes.


– What is your biggest dream? What do you want to do in the future?
– Well, I want to have some savings. I think I’d like to run a shop.
– A gay bar?
– Possibly.
– Will you live as a queen all your life?
– Yes.
– Don’t you think about marriage?
– I do, but I won’t get married. I can’t. I can’t be a “man”.


– What do you want to do in the future?
– Nothing in particular. Nothing.
– Nothing at all? No dreams?
– I am what I am.
– Are you happy living as a queen?
– I’m content.
– What are you going to do?
– Nothing.
– You have no ideas?
– …
– Are you happy now?
– Not very.
– No? Well, why don’t you stop being a queen?
– There’s no reason to.


Father’s Return

– Why don’t you take a bath?
– What is it?

“Frightening, isn’t it? The cursed destiny of man. What a mix of cruelty and laughter it is! Let’s look forward to the next programme. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.”


The spirit of an individual reaches its own absolute through incessant negation.6



1.     Τhis is a quotation from the poem “L’héautontimorouménos” (The Man Who Tortures Himself) from The Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire. ― “Je suis la plaie et le couteau!/Je suis le soufflet et la joue!/Je suis les membres et la roue,/Et la victime et le bourreau!”, Les Fleurs du Mal.

2.     A book by Kan Kikuchi (1888-1948). Kikuchi established the publishing company Bungei Shungu and the famous Akutagawa prize for emerging writers.

3.     Τhis is a quotation from The Book of Job.

4.     Jean Genet.

5.     Lines of the poem Les Fiançailles by Guillaume Apollinaire. ― «Il vit decapité, sa tête est le soleil / Et la lune son cou tranché.», (Le dossier d’ “Alcools”, 1913).

6.     Τhis is a quotation from René Daumal (1908-1944).

The Funeral Parade of Roses has been released on DVD by Eureka!/Masters of Cinema (


του Βασίλη Σαλπιστή / by Vassilis Salpistis

λέξη-σύνδεσμος: κουίν

word-link: queen