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Maya Deren ___Maya Deren (April 29, 1917, Kiev – October 13, 1961, New York City), was an American avant-garde filmmaker and film theorist of the 1940s and 1950s. Deren was also a choreographer, dancer, poet, writer and photographer.Deren was a key figure in the creation of a New American Cinema, highlighting personal, experimental, underground film. Click to know more about..."I make my

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Natalie Clifford Barney, Temple a l'Amitié I have reminded one of the scenes from one of my favourite films, Le Feu Follet, by Louis Malle; a place where roam the protagonist of the history and his girlfriend (the actors Maurice Ronet and Jeanne Moreau), just where is the “Temple à l'Amitié” (Temple to the Friendship), and, as it always happens to me, one thing brings me magically to the other

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Yves Montand, Les Feuilles Mortes (Autumn Leaves). A voice with no need of orchestra... There are so many autumn leaves blowing on the wind in the films of Sirk too...Music: Joseph KosmaLyrics: Jacques Prévert

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________________The most wonderful and magical window I've ever seen in my life is in All That Heaven Allows. It's maybe the first thing that comes to my mind once I remember the film.

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Martinique, André Kértész _______ I'm nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know.Emily Dickinson

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__________Before Breakfast ___________Believing six things to be wrong before our breakfast has been made occurs when coffee isn’t strong and toast is lacking marmalade. Opinions wrongly circulated may be endured by brains refreshed by coffee freshly percolated, and toast with marmalade that’s echt. Gershon Hepner _____________ Alice laughed: “There's no use trying, ” she said; “one can't

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Mark Twain ___ All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn. ... all American writing comes from that. There was nothing before. There has been nothing as good since. The Green Hills of Africa, Ernest Hemingway

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