Last night I was in the Kingdom of Shadows.
If you only knew how strange it is to be there. It is a world without
sound, without colour. Everything there – the earth, the trees, the
people, the water and the air – is dipped in monotonous grey. Grey rays
of the sun across the grey sky, grey eyes in grey faces, and the
leaves of the trees are ashen grey. It is not life but its shadow, it
is not motion but its soundless spectre. Here I shall try to explain
myself, lest I be suspected of madness or indulgence in symbolism. I
was at Aumont’s and saw Lumière’s cinematograph – moving photography
Maxim Gorky July 4, 1896, the
Lumière Bros. films at the Nizhny-Novgorod fair in Russia.
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