Otra clase de sacerdotes, llamados poetas

La mejor descripción de la esencia de la terapia -y de todo lo que es curativo para el alma- fue escrita no por un psicólogo sino por un novelista:

No niego -dijo- que deba haber sacerdotes para recordar a los hombres que algún día han de morir. Sólo digo que en ciertas épocas extrañas, es necesario que exista otra clase de sacerdotes llamados poetas, para recordar efectivamente a los hombres que todavía no están muertos.

Manalive, G. K. Chesterton

El mismo espíritu, juguetón, bondadoso y bizarro, se encarna en todas partes y bajo miles de disfraces. Está En el Terry Gilliam de “Las Aventuras del Barón de Munchaussen”:

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Memories of Green

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Rachael: You think I’m a replicant, don’t you? [pause] Look, it’s me with my mother.
Deckard: Yeah. [pause] Remember when you were six? You and your brother snuck into an empty building through a basement window… you were gonna play doctor. He showed you his, but when it got to be your turn you chickened and ran. Remember that? You ever tell anybody that? Your mother, Tyrell, anybody, huh? You remember the spider that lived in a bush outside your window… orange body, green legs. Watched her build a web all summer. Then one day there was a big egg in it. The egg hatched…

[2:19 – Soundtrack: Memories of Green, Vangelis]

Rachael: The egg hatched…
Deckard: Yeah…
Rachael: … and a hundred baby spiders came out. And they ate her.
Deckard: Implants! Those aren’t your memories. They’re somebody else’s. They’re Tyrell’s niece’s. [pause] Okay, bad joke. I made a bad joke. You’re not a replicant. Go home, okay? No really, I’m sorry. Go home. [pause] Want a drink? I’ll get you a drink. I’ll get a glass. [Rachael runs away when Deckard turns to get a glass. Then, Deckard looks at Rachael’s photo.]

Bladerunner, de Ridley Scott

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