Instead, she felt nothing. Posted by 18 days ago. The Distance of the Moon, the first and probably the best known story. This story didn't work for me - but then most fantasy fiction doesn't work for me. Italo Calvino's "The Distance of the Moon," the opening piece in his 1965 Cosmicomics collection, is a gem of a short story. His best known works include the Our Ancestors trilogy (1952–1959), the Cosmicomics collection of short stories (1965), and the novels Invisible Cities (1972) and If on a winter’s night a traveler (1979). At this command, the sailors tried to form a group, a mass, to push all together until they reached the zone of the Earth’s attraction: all of a sudden a cascade of bodies plunged into the sea with a loud splash. Italo Calvino (/ k æ l ˈ v iː n oʊ /, also US: / k ɑː l ˈ-/, Italian: [ˈiːtalo kalˈviːno]; 15 October 1923 – 19 September 1985) was an Italian journalist and writer of short stories and novels. I recognized them with dismay: not even in my darkest previsions had I thought the distance would have made them so tiny. I still haven’t told you everything, about the things my cousin was good at. The one who least understood all of this was my deaf cousin. The Qwfyt and Ms Vhidvhid moments. You had only to dip the spoon under the scales that covered the Moon’s scabby terrain, and you brought it out filled with that precious muck. Liev Schreiber is an American actor, producer, director, and screenwriter. 卡尔维诺中文站:首页-> 英译本-> Cosmicomics. Italo Calvino's "The Daughters of the Moon" (short story, fantasy, consumerism, free) Reason for this post is the source: genre fiction is not too common at The New Yorker; I would not have posted it otherwise. I still haven’t told you everything, about the things my cousin was good at. When we helped him down, pulling him — as I explained to you — by his legs, Mrs. Vhd Vhd lost all her self-control, doing everything she could to take his weight against her own body, folding her long silvery arms around him; I felt a pang in my heart (the times I clung to her, her body was soft and kind, but not thrust forward, the way it was with my cousin), while he was indifferent, still lost in his lunar bliss. My return was sweet, my home refound, but my thoughts were filled only with grief at having lost her, and my eyes gazed at the Moon, forever beyond my reach, as I sought her. A SIGN IN SPACE by ITALO CALVINO The qywft giving a story on how he struggle with his iconic unique sign and his journey around the milky way, in which he describes as the most beautiful place he has ever been. The spot where the Moon was lowest, as she went by, was off the Zinc Cliffs. On the ladder, we tried to grab them. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. But had he known from the beginning that the Moon’s orbit was widening? The Distance of the Moon.


Italo Calvino wrote a collection of short stories entitled Cosmicomics. For us, it consisted in jumping, as high as we could, our arms upraised (seen from the Moon, that is, because seen from the Earth it looked more like a dive, or like swimming downwards, arms at our sides), like jumping up from the Earth in other words, only now we were without the ladder, because there was nothing to prop it against on the Moon. We have to go after her!” and I started to jump up, brandishing the harp. But then, as soon as my cousin had climbed the ladder, Mrs. Vhd Vhd said: “This time I want to go up there, too!”, This had never happened before; the Captain’s wife had never gone up on the Moon. “I’m too afraid to jump. The setting is a time when the moon was so close to the earth that visiting its surface was a daily occurrence. “If we cling together we can go down!” and I was concentrating all my strength on uniting myself more closely with her, and I concentrated my sensations as I enjoyed the fullness of that embrace. 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The cry hadn’t died out when my cousin appeared on the Moon, running. At Daybreak — Life before matter condenses. The Moon turned slowly around the Earth. The three make this journey for the purpose of harvesting Moon-milk, a viscous, fermented mélange of terrestrial detritus which has lifted off the Earth and settled into scaly crevices on the Moon's surface. Calvino takes the fact that the Moon used to be much closer to the Earth, and builds a story about a love triangle among people who used to jump between the Earth and the Moon, in which lovers drift apart as the Moon recedes. The Distance of the Moon – Italo Calvino Weekend Movie: 아름다운 단편영화 ‘달과 사각관계’ [Video]의 원작. But the whole business of the Moon’s phases worked in a different way then: because the distances from the Sun were different, and the orbits, and the angle of something or other, I forget what; as for eclipses, with Earth and Moon stuck together the way they were, why, we had eclipses every minute: naturally, those two big monsters managed to put each other in the shade constantly, first one, then the other. In this operation, too, my deaf cousin displayed a special gift; he had strength and a good aim; with a single, sharp throw, he could send the cheese straight into a bucket we held up to him from the boat. In the fermentation (which took place as the Moon passed over the expanses of hot air above the deserts) not all the bodies melted; some remained stuck in it: fingernails and cartilage, bolts, sea horses, nuts and peduncles, shards of crockery, fishhooks, at times even a comb. He wanted nothing better than to be rid of his wife; in fact, as soon as she was confined up there, we saw him give free rein to his inclinations and plunge into vice, and then we understood why he had done nothing to hold her back. The Deaf One perhaps, but only he: in the shadowy way he knew things, he may have had a presentiment that he would be forced to bid the Moon farewell that night. DISTANCE OF THE MOON By Italo Calvino. Transparent medusas rose to the sea’s surface, throbbed there a moment, then flew off, swaying toward the Moon. Log in … Orbit? Diamantschijf abrasief 115mm; Diamantschijf abrasief 125mm; Diamantschijf abrasief 150mm; Diamantschijf abrasief 180mm; Diamantschijven Beton We fell into a special mood on those nights off the Zinc Cliffs: gay, but with a touch of suspense, as if inside our skulls, instead of the brain, we felt a fish, floating, attracted by the Moon. Therefore, they had to use it with great strength and skill, so that the wholly vertical weight wouldn’t rock the boat. Lionised in Britain and the United States, he was the most-translated contemporary Italian writer at the time of his death, and a noted contender for the Nobel Prize for Literature. She was the color of the Moon; she held the harp at her side and moved one hand now and then in slow arpeggios. This is why he hid in his secret places and reappeared only when it was time to come back down on board. At one time, according to Sir George H. Darwin, the Moon was very close to the Earth. Seen from the Earth, you looked as if you were hanging there with your head down, but for you, it was the normal position, and the only odd thing was that when you raised your eyes you saw the sea above you, glistening, with the boat and the others upside down, hanging like a bunch of grapes from the vine. We used to go out with those little rowboats they had in those days, round and flat, made of cork. Then, with an unusually polite gesture, Vhd Vhd picked up the harp from the bottom of the boat and handed it to his wife. Read “The Distance of the Moon” by Italo Calvino in Magical Realist Fiction: An Anthology, The Distance of the Moon by Italo Calvino, Read by Liev Schreiber. Executing the mission of scooping the moon milk and conveying it down to the earth. She never raised her eyes to the old planet, she went off, pale, among those wastelands, mumbling dirges and stroking her harp, as if completely identified with her temporary (as I thought) lunar state. Fast and free shipping free returns cash on delivery available on eligible purchase. And from their mouths and ours, at the same moment, came a cry: “The Moon’s going away!”. Nothing could separate her more from the Deaf One than the sound of the harp. As the Earth’s tides push the Moon further away, it becomes increasingly difficult to leap between the two. Surely there was something strange about that night. The idea of eating the little animals in the air had been a good one; the more weight Xlthlx gained, the more she sank toward the Earth; in fact, since among those hovering bodies hers was the largest, mollusks and seaweeds and plankton began to gravitate about her, and soon the child was covered with siliceous little shells, chitinous carapaces, and fibers of sea plants. He became known during the late 1990s and early 2000s, having initially appeared in several independent films, and later mainstream Hollywood films, including Jakob the Liar, The Manchurian Candidate, Love in the Time of Cholera, the Scream trilogy of horror films, Phantoms, The Sum of All Fears, X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Salt and Goon. About | Submit | Sign In | © 2018 Eckleburg, Eckleburg On those nights the water was very calm, so silvery it looked like mercury, and the fish in it, violet-colored, unable to resist the Moon’s attraction, rose to the surface, all of them, and so did the octopuses and the saffron medusas. THE DISTANCE TO THE MOON is a realization of and reflection on the short story of a similar title by Italian surrealist writer Italo Calvino. "The Distance of the Moon" By Italo Calvino Cosmicomics Questions? At that moment each one’s intentions were already clear. Then the tides gradually pushed her far away: the tides that the Moon herself causes in the Earth’s waters, where the Earth slowly loses energy. I could distinguish the shape of her bosom, her arms, her thighs, just as I remember them now, just as now, when the Moon has become that flat, remote circle, I still look for her as soon as the first sliver appears in the sky, and the more it waxes, the more clearly I imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them. No; I had lost: a hopeless defeat. Complete summary of Italo Calvino's The Distance of the Moon. A sound reached me from nearby: Mrs. Vhd Vhd had discovered her harp and was caressing it, sketching out a chord as sad as weeping. Of course we did. At times my cousin pressed not only his fingers but — in a carefully gauged leap — his big toe (he climbed onto the Moon barefoot) and this seemed to be the height of amusement for him, if we could judge by the chirping sounds that came from his throat as he went on leaping. “You stay here; you have work to do later,” the Captain commanded, without raising his voice. I say I saw her, but to tell the truth I only caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye, because the minute the pole had touched the lunar crust, I had sprung and grasped it, and now, fast as a snake, I was climbing up the bamboo knots, pushing myself along with jerks of my arms and knees, light in the rarefied space, driven by a natural power that ordered me to return to the Earth, oblivious of the motive that had brought me here, or perhaps more aware of it than ever and of its unfortunate outcome; and already my climb up the swaying pole had reached the point where I no longer had to make any effort but could just allow myself to slide, head-first, attracted by the Earth, until in my haste the pole broke into a thousand pieces and I fell into the sea, among the boats. The soil of the Moon was not uniformly scaly, but revealed irregular bare patches of pale, slippery clay. As I asked myself, I was torn by my fears. Your take will likely vary if you like fantasy. Posted at 16:09h in Uncategorized by 0 Comments. He didn’t proceed in any orderly way, but went to isolated places, jumping from one to the other, as if he were playing tricks on the Moon, surprising her, or perhaps tickling her. It was the Earth that caused each of us to be that someone he was rather than someone else; up there, wrested from the Earth, it was as if I were no longer that I, nor she that She, for me. So this paste, after it was collected, had to be refined, filtered. The sea’s surface, instead of being taut as it was during the full Moon, or even arched a bit toward the sky, now seemed limp, sagging, as if the lunar magnet no longer exercised its full power. We had taken the measurements carefully (we didn’t yet suspect that she was moving away from us); the only thing you had to be very careful about was where you put your hands. “I’ll be the one to stay with you for a month!” Or rather, “On you!” Washington, DC 20008 It was only at this moment that she proved her passion for the deaf man hadn’t been a frivolous whim but an irrevocable vow. And so we navigated, playing and singing. Ultimately, I see Distance of the Moon as a story about grief. Did this mean I had won out over my rival? We had her on top of us all the time, that enormous Moon: when she was full — nights as bright as day, but with a butter-colored light — it looked as if she were going to crush us; when she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind; and when she was waxing, she came forward with her horns so low she seemed about to stick into the peak of a promontory and get caught there. And I recognized, we both — the Captain’s wife and I — recognized my cousin: it couldn’t have been anyone else, he was playing his last game with the Moon, one of his tricks, with the Moon on the tip of his pole as if he were juggling with her. This site occasionally reviews material that was provided free of charge by the publisher or producer. Climb up on the Moon? The Distance of the Moon, Sackerson, Italo Calvino/Morag Shepherd/Breanne Saxton, directed by Dave Mortensen. ... Qfwfq was the only one to follow the captain’s wife to the moon, and at that point, the moon drifted. In that mud puddle of the sea, my friends had set forth again, without the now useless ladders; but from the boats rose a kind of forest of long poles; everybody was brandishing one, with a harpoon or a grappling hook at the end, perhaps in the hope of scraping off a last bit of Moon-milk or of lending some kind of help to us wretches up there. I’ll tell you something else: a body that descended to the Earth from the satellite was still charged for a while with lunar force and rejected the attraction of our world. Moon-milk was very thick, like a kind of cream cheese. The cheese flew, and if we had thrown it hard enough, it stuck to the ceiling, I mean the surface of the sea. But just then, from another vessel a longer pole, which till then they had dragged along on the water’s surface, began to rise: it must have been made of bamboo, of many, many bamboo poles stuck one into the other, and to raise it they had to go slowly because — thin as it was — if they let it sway too much it might break. The proximity of the moon to the earth. Suddenly it was clear that the tip of that pole would touch the Moon, and we saw it graze, then press against the scaly terrain, rest there a moment, give a kind of little push, or rather a strong push that made it bounce off again, then come back and strike that same spot as if on the rebound, then move away once more. In reality, from the top of the ladder, standing erect on the last rung, you could just touch the Moon if you held your arms up. He didn’t seem frightened, or even amazed: he placed his hands on the terrain, flinging himself into his usual somersault, but this time after he had hurled himself into the air he remained suspended, as little Xlthlx had. And the light, too, wasn’t the same as the light of other full Moons; the night’s shadows seemed somehow to have thickened. THE DISTANCE TO THE MOON is a realization of and reflection on the short story of a similar title by Italian surrealist writer Italo Calvino. In The Distance of the Moon, Sackerson lets the magic sing as clearly as ever but it also gives space to the complex, conflicted emotions all human beings encounter. . The boats were now rowing to pick them up. As much as I love Calvino's style of writing, could only go up to 3 stars for this. (some of these stories appear in. We got the worst of it off her, but for weeks afterwards she went on pulling out fins and shells, and her skin, dotted with little diatoms, remained affected forever, looking — to someone who didn’t observe her carefully — as if it were faintly dusted with freckles. 0 Likes. And wherever he put his hand, the milk spurted out as if from a nanny goat’s teats. She took fright, cried, then laughed and started playing, catching shellfish and minnows as they flew, sticking some into her mouth and chewing them. “I’m afraid,” I thought. I should have been happy: as I had dreamed, I was alone with her, that intimacy with the Moon I had so often envied my cousin and with Mrs. Vhd Vhd was now my exclusive prerogative, a month of days and lunar nights stretched uninterrupted before us, the crust of the satellite nourished us with its milk, whose tart flavor was familiar to us, we raised our eyes up, up to the world where we had been born, finally traversed in all its various expanse, explored landscapes no Earth-being had ever seen, or else we contemplated the stars beyond the Moon, big as pieces of fruit, made of light, ripened on the curved branches of the sky, and everything exceeded my most luminous hopes, and yet, and yet, it was, instead, exile. Little Xlthlx amused herself by catching them in midair, though it wasn’t easy. And we realized that his virtuosity had no purpose, aimed at no practical result, indeed you would have said he was driving the Moon away, that he was helping her departure, that he wanted to show her to her more distant orbit. And the Captain? Thin as she was, she was an ounce or two short of the weight necessary for the Earth’s gravity to overcome the Moon’s attraction and bring her back: so she flew up among the medusas, suspended over the sea. “Hold tight to me!” I shouted, and I was already overtaking her, entwining my limbs with hers. It had come to resemble the belly of a fish, and the smell too, as I recall, if not downright fishy, was faintly similar, like smoked salmon. Lunar distance also called Earth–Moon distance, Earth–Moon characteristic distance, or distance to the Moon, is a unit of measure in astronomy. share. And although things change to him it seems as though the more things change, the more they remain the same. Science and fiction interweave delightfully in these playful Cosmicomic short stories. He goes through different stages of such as experiencing jealousy and infidelity. This is how we did it: we hurled each spoonful into the air with both hands, using the spoon as a catapult. I was held back as if in a vise. The Distance of the Moon, the first and probably the best known story. Hold on to us!” they shouted at me, and in all that groping, sometimes I ended up by seizing one of Mrs. Vhd Vhd’s breasts, which were round and firm, and the contact was good and secure and had an attraction as strong as the Moon’s or even stronger, especially if I managed, as I plunged down, to put my other arm around her hips, and with this I passed back into our world and fell with a thud into the bottom of the boat, where Captain Vhd Vhd brought me around, throwing a bucket of water in my face. It was composed chiefly of vegetal juices, tadpoles, bitumen, lentils, honey, starch crystals, sturgeon eggs, molds, pollens, gelatinous matter, worms, resins, pepper, mineral salts, combustion residue. A long month began. ‎Show The History of Literature, Ep The Distance of the Moon by Italo Calvino | The African Library Project - Apr 15, 2020 There are three main characters: the narrator Qfwfq, his cousin, known only as “the Deaf One,” and the nameless wife of Captain Vhd Vhd. I raised my eyes as I did every time I touched the Moon’s crust, sure that I would see above me the native sea like an endless ceiling, and I saw it, yes, I saw it this time, too, but much higher, and much more narrow, bound by its borders of coasts and cliffs and promontories, and how small the boats seemed, and how unfamiliar my friends’ faces and how weak their cries! Email Us. In 2005, Schreiber won a Tony Award as Best Featured Actor for his performance in the play Glengarry Glen Ross.
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