Chapter 32 Walesa's wife

I see journalists as discourse manuals, artisans who make discourse.Journalism is literature only if it is developed in the manner of passion.Kuernow's essay has long been ranked among the best books on theater discussion.Occasionally, an article accidentally appears in a daily newspaper, especially in a judicial or social news section.There was Serge Danet, who was perhaps a writer about the game of tennis.So was Serge Giuli, who wrote quickly and was indeed a writer.And André Fontaine. Once Godard gave a talk on the "Seven Days Talk" program, talking about his thoughts on TV reporters.You remember: it was about Walesa winning the Nobel Prize.Walesa's wife went to Stockholm to accept the award on behalf of her husband, and her husband was banned by the Polish government from going there; Godard told reporters about this: "Wawensa's wife went to receive the award. In the center of the picture, you, TV reporters, a very beautiful woman appeared on their TV screen, but, unexpectedly, you, you are separated by a distance. But why are you separated A distance? Even you don’t know. I said: Maybe it’s because she’s so beautiful.” Godard added: “Because she’s not a mannequin or a female star, their profession It’s what you let yourself exhibit.”

Godard said what should be said. It was indeed a wonderful idea for the young Polish woman to pursue such an award herself on behalf of her husband.In fact, that sort of thing could have been tiresome to death.The whole process of the award ceremony.All one can wait is to get a closer look at this woman.This has never happened before.It is very strange about this.There seem to be certain lens focal lengths, certain angles that are forbidden in news reporting.It seems that in order not to make the news report invalid, bad luck, it can only be done in such a fixed way; it is only based on the principle of showing Lech Walesa's wife on the stage, not showing her beauty.

A real message should have shown this woman, because Walesa's wife is such a woman, the woman Walesa loves, which is something more than Walesa.His woman, on that day, is nothing less than a certificate that allows you to trace everything, to trace the whole of the facts that are closely related and inseparable from her.Like a forest, it is impossible to separate from a person who walks through it, and it is possible to pass through the forest before being killed, like a dress, a long hair, a letter, A print in the depths of a cave, a voice in a telephone network.A real message is both subjective and tangible, an established image, written or spoken, and always indirect.

Sometimes I think of that tendentious journalism, which is good journalism even if it has faded, at least it changes the ignorance that casts doubt on what is said about events.People look at it precisely to correct it.People can use this to build their own claims.It's pathetic when I talk about it, that the pony in Stockholm and Poland was so badly played on TV.Walesa's woman.