The seventh anniversary of the screening of "Interstellar" - Chasing the Light and Living to Die

Chasing the light, living to the death

Today is the seventh anniversary of the release of the movie "Interstellar", seven years ago, in a movie theater somewhere, I felt the double shock of the heart and vision brought by this movie with the whole world. Later, I revisited this classic from time to time. The poem that Professor Brand repeatedly recited in it kept haunting my mind like a ghost, and from the beginning, I couldn't understand the poem, just like I couldn't understand the physical principles and theories of crossing, but it didn't affect my understanding of humanity and love.

Seven years later, I found the original version of the poem and carefully translated it into Chinese, because I thought it would be a better way to understand the poem and the film. But after all, the level is relatively low, right to be a pleasure.

The poem was written by the English poet Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) and was called "Do Not Go Gentle Into That good Nigh", the year the film was screened, and the poet was just 100 years old. The film translates this sentence as "Don't walk gently into that good night", which is poetic but also confusing. However, according to the principle that "poetry is intentionally the misfortune of poetry", such a translation seems to be understandable. The "poetry" I understand is like the uncertain state in quantum physics, Schrödinger's cat, when you try to interpret it, its meaning falls to the ground, but this interpretation undoubtedly greatly narrows her connotation, appears to be much lower than her original elusive state, but there is no way, interpretation is human nature, the human brain is naturally difficult to accept the state of suspense.

In fact, it was the film itself that helped me decipher the poem. "good night" is of course good to translate literally as a good night, but I think that "good night" refers to death and darkness, but why death and darkness are good, it is because death and darkness can represent the eternity of the universe, so there is also a sentence "dark is right" at the end of the poem. Once upon a time, I don't know if you have ever looked up at the endless night sky, although the stars are dotted and countless stars shine in the night sky, but the universe is still dark, and it is precisely because of the darkness of the universe that you can see the stars. Life is good, but the flaws of life are too short, and the process of life is rapidly changing, until the moment of death, together with the universe into eternity, and there is no change, like the philosophical "void". It's like the place where time and light end – Kagantuya gargantua. So the black hole Kagantuya, it is this good night, perfectly fit with this poem. To enter Kagantuya is to enter death into darkness, to enter the good night. That's why Professor Brand chose this poem. When you read the whole poem, you will feel more deeply that the spirit that this poem wants to express is consistent with the spirit of Cooper and all the explorers, that is, not to obey to die, to live to death, to pursue light. However, it should be noted that the manifestation of this spirit of human beings is not to deny darkness and deny death, but to express that this spirit is human nature, regardless of right or wrong, without asking anything, but it is precious.

Here's my translation of the poem.

do not go gentle into that good night

Do not die obediently

dylan thomas, 1914 – 1953

do not go gentle into that good night,

old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Dying of old age, he will also burn and roar at his own doom

rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Growling, roaring, at the light that was dying

though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Wise men, though, understand the correctness of darkness at the time of their dying

because their words had forked no lightning they

For the fork of their wise word never ended up with a single ray of light

do not go gentle into that good night.

But don't go along with it

good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Good people, dying and struggling,

their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Weep over the fact that their fragile acts of goodness can no longer dance in the green bay

wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

Barbarians, clinging to the passing sun and singing

and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

They understood that it was too late and spilled their sorrow on the road

And don't die obediently

grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

The man who was about to walk into the grave looked with misty eyes

blind eyes could blaze like 4)meteors and be gay,

The cloudy eyes that are about to close should also shine and be happy like shooting stars

Roar at the light that is dying

and you, my father, there on the sad height,

And you, my father, stand on the high ground of sorrow

curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, i pray.

Curse me, bless me, and with your raging tears, I pray

Don't obey to die

To roar at the light that is dying