On February 19, 1994 - 16 years ago today - director Derek Jarman passed away. At the time, I had no idea who even he even was, but in the years since he grew into one of the most inspirational and powerful figures within both my relationship with cinema and with queerness... So to mark this anniversary, I figured I'd post the final minutes of his "Blue," which I saw for the first time in a university seminar and was so overwhelmed with the raw emotion being displayed that I had to leave the room, rent the film and watch it by myself so I could fully take in what Jarman had to offer...
As the monologue of the film ends:
No one will remember our work
Our life will pass like the traces of a cloud
And be scattered like
Mist that is chased by the
Rays of the sun
For our time is the passing of a shadow
And our lives will run like
Sparks through the stubble. I place a delphinium, Blue, upon your grave.
Let's remember Jarman's work today (and if you haven't seen "Blue," ignore this clip and get a hold of the whole thing)...