:18:04
But, my God, I didn't laugh.
:18:08
I found a great deal that was strange,
even disgusting
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but I also found tones that were delicate,
almost too sensitive.
:18:21
A dark room washed through
with moonlight. Lonely roads.
:18:31
The secretive Norwegian summer night.
:18:35
I felt as though I heard
the breathing of melancholy people
:18:41
struggling with their problems.
:18:44
No sound came from their breasts.
:18:47
They sat alone by the shore.
:18:50
My God, I didn't laugh.
:19:01
Munch, choosing to be true
to his vision,
:19:04
has painted the clouds
over the Kristiania fjord
:19:07
as he saw and felt them.
:19:10
He argues that if he experienced
clouds as blood
:19:14
during an agitated mood,
:19:16
then that is how
he should paint them.
:19:31
Accompanied by
his "anarchistic Schmiererei",
:19:34
Edvard Munch moves into
the room of a hotel
:19:37
in the Charlottenburg
district of Berlin.
:19:40
Memories and images
stored for over 20 years
:19:44
are about to break forth.
:19:47
All that is needed
is one final catalyst.
:19:52
On the corner of Neue Wilhelmstraße
and Unter den Linden,
:19:55
is a tavern, serving
over 900 kinds of liquor
:19:59
and nicknamed "The Black Pig",