6d 1924 THE WAY IS THE GOAL
Werfel and Hulda are walking on the way to the camp of the
pioneers up the hill. Hulda is walking in a sustained rhythm,
and Werfel is barely keeping pace with her.
of breath:) Wait, wait! Where are you going?! Please, don't
run so fast!
the matter with you? You're only 33 years old!
You know my age?
HULDA I know
a lot more than that. You'd be surprised. I was a great admirer
of your early poetry. You were the idol of my youth.
youth? How old are you now?
What a decrepit old lady!
you want to crack jokes, you'd better return to the broken
car, and join your frustrated grumbling woman.
is not a frustrated woman.
she is. And how! Who wouldn't be, in her place, after what
Mahler did to her? Her destiny is the typical fate of creative
women in our time: she was given a glimpse of her potential,
and then violently robbed of her vocation. All she's been
able to do ever since is to take revenge on creative men who
follow their calling and shape our times. In my mind she is
the epitome of our Zeitgeist.
do you know all about her? Was she also the idol of your youth?
HULDA I knew
Kokoschka and Gropius.
you have affairs with them?
you interested in gossip?
you mind telling me your plans as far as I'm concerned?
HULDA I wouldn't
have proposed to accompany you, if I didn't feel you were
standing at a crossroads in your life.
am, am I?
read every work you ever published. You were a very promising
poet, and since you became Alma's plaything, you've become
a very successful writer. But the unique sound of your true
voice remains unexpressed.
you're insinuating that Alma is distracting me from my vocation,
I want you to know that she is the best thing that ever happened
the worst catastrophe. It all depends. As long as you stick
to her, she will keep you fettered within the borders of European
Those are very broad boundaries.
are they your boundaries?
mean, I have to break my ties with German culture, and come
to your Eretz Israel? To start a new existence? No, thank
you. The German language is my language. The European culture
is my culture. Pluck me out of it, and I'm a dead man.
to it, and you're a dead writer.
I have obligations, I have relationships! For instance: I
have a strong relationship with Alma.
been watching you for the last couple of days. All you have
with her is a substitute relationship, a fetish.
thing I know for sure: I have a sexual relationship with her.
That at least is beyond any doubt!
HULDA I haven't
had the privilege of watching you have sex with her, but I
wonder if it isn't just another fetish.
another fetish? - I know that I perform marvellously
well. Both of us do. We have never encountered any problems
of malfunction. Whenever there is a demand from one partner,
the other is there to supply it, and the goods are delivered
with extreme punctuality of timing, quantity and quality to
the total satisfaction of both parties involved.
you always know when to stop? Just at the right moment
the contrary! The truth is: we can't stop. We are both screaming
for help! That's murder, she yells at me, carry
on! Slaughter me! But I can't stop no matter what. We
are both so voluptuous! Sometimes it becomes painful... But
I don't spare her. In the beginning of our relationship -
she was already seven months pregnant - it wasn't clear if
it was my baby or Walter Gropius's - but I couldn't care less
- I lashed and smashed at her like a steam-hammer -- in the
morning the room looked like a slaughterhouse - the poor baby
was born so damaged that it didn't last ten months, the poor
thing my little Martin, my son! - You call that just another
nothing is real, the only concrete thing that remains beyond
doubt is pain. Physical pain. Therefore the best service you
can provide one another is to inflict pain, torture and humiliation.
And this is the rotten stuff that you are doomed to ruminate
on, over, as long as you insist on writing only within the
limits of the declining Occidental civilization.
propose that I come and stay with you?
I invite you to set out with us on a journey.
journey? Where to?
is no where. We have no goal. It's the journey
that counts. The way is the goal.
but every way must lead somewhere!
This is your limited way of thinking. We are on the way.
on the way?
Always on the way. - When we left Europe, we opened up everything.
You see, we are living temporarily on that mountain. We work
during the day, and at night we sit together and discuss our
future. We don't know yet what form of life we're going to
create for ourselves. We know that it's going to be different
from anything that's ever existed, but we don't know yet what
it will look like. We don't even know what form we will give
to relationships between the sexes. We know that we don't
want the master--slave relationship of couples, but we don't
know yet what's going to replace it. All choices lie open
before us. I invite you to join us. To be part of our adventure.
be frank with you: it scares me.
Why?! Give yourself the chance to become a child again.
child?! What exactly do you mean by that?
HULDA A child
doesn't know the names of things. (She touches Werfel's face:)
A child touches things for the first time. Like I'm touching
you now. It's not »An Author« I'm touching or
»A Man«. What is it? It's flesh. No. It's naked
matter. It's nakedness. Darkness. What do you feel?
feel so strange.
don't know what's happening to me. I'm sweating all over.
Is it the climate?
it's the excitement.
feel so stupid! I'm trying to think of something to say -
thinking for a while. Let yourself be.
were trembling, so I thought you were afraid -
trembling from the nice feeling. What should I be afraid of?
thought you were afraid I would lose control -
the contrary: lose control.
HULDA I mean
nothing. Don't be so tense. It's not an operation.
am not tense.
are tense as a coil. . Let yourself go. Stop trying so hard.
it's strange, but I
I've never felt so close
close to my real self. I have almost
a feeling of happiness.
! A feeling of happiness! I know that you're right.
You must be. The future lies here
it lies here, I can
even smell it
How is it possible? I'm
holding you in my arms, and I can feel
I can feel
that somnolent monster
whose hair is dipped in the Mediterranean
its feet are paddling the Pacific Ocean
, while it's
heart is beating here
where God first
spoke to Man... where he invited them
to take part in
your adventure... in your adventure
is your salvation! This is your salvation! There is no possible
salvation in the world without a return! The return of life
to its origin, to its roots! We're members of a dispersed
People! Dispersed all over the globe! Stay with us, Franz,!
Franz, stay with us. And you will find your voice. The voice
which has been never heard before! The unborn voice. The voice
of a child
yes, I'm staying, I will. I will do it, yes!! I will stay!
I will stay with you! I'll stay! I'll stay!!