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The best thing woody allen ever did was to quote ee cummings

It is a common belief that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Sometimes though I am pretty sure some knowledge is better than none. I had never watched any Woody Allen at all until I met an ex-boyfriend of mine who was a massive fan. Having watched the majority of his works now, I can safely say that I would think twice before dating another massive Woody Allen fan. I know it sounds silly and I’m not sure I would apply such judgement on anything else, any favourite or soft spot on any subject but Woody….. honestly. Such neurosis! Such a massive messed up bundle of nerves all embodied in this sample of a man that’s all nose and glasses and new yawk accent surely has to mean something.

 

I have to give it to him though, he is consistent in his creations. In other words, you’ve seen one of his movies, you’ve seen them all. Even if you haven’t seen any but you have spent some time with a slightly psychotic woman, probably unloved in her childhood, with commitment issues on her worst pmt time ever, then essentially you’ve seen them all again. Ok, he can be funny I suppose, if you are not too wound up to be able to focus on anything other than throwing whatever you’re holding at the telly in a rage, he can be amusing. But the price you have to pay for a bit of non-special entertainment is way too high. 90 minutes of your life you’re never gonna get back to mention one of the few.

 

All this said, there is this scene in Hannah and her sisters. This scene that I actually noticed one time when the movie was playing on telly and I was not even properly watching it (for reasons you have gathered by now if you have read all the above) as I had already seen it once before. Obviously, I must have drifted off at some point the first time round (I know, unbelievable whilst watching these rollercoasters of productions of Woody, but maybe I was super tired) and could not remember this scene, where Michael Caine was after this woman and over the phone pointed out to her a verse or part of a verse from an EE Cummings poem. When I heard it, something inside me clicked and I have not forgotten the line ever since. I actually looked up the whole poem there and then since I was already wasting time on the internet and wrote down the verse in my diary. It’s still there, on the page dated 7th May and I still miss it and get an urge to read it every now and again, exactly as it’s written down.

So here goes:

(I do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens; only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

 

EE Cummings

“somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond”