Fiche Film
COURT Métrage | 2010
Stay with me
Pays concerné : Afrique du Sud
Durée : 24 minutes
Genre : drame
Type : fiction


Le retour d’un soldat hanté par les horreurs de la guerre. Court-métrage à fleur de peau inspire du poème éponyme de Sandile Dikeni.
Vacillant entre le retour à la réalité et les souvenirs atroces, le héros doit renouer avec la vie familiale et communautaire. Mais la violence des combats vécus ne le laisse pas en paix.

Ils disent qu’on ne vit pas que de pain. Je sais bien.
C’est de poésie qu’on a survécu
de poésie dansant sur nos langues
qu’on a essuyé le sang coulant de nos bouches

on a charmé nos tortionnaires
on a suspendu à nos chaînes les cloches de la liberté
on a fait de la musique avec des sirènes de police


A soldier returns home plagued by the horror of war. This visceral short film is a tribute to Sandile Dikeni’s poem by the same name.
As he slips between reality and tortured memory he must rediscover family and community he had to leave behind. But the violence of the battlefield has followed him home.

Stay with me
when the sun rises
from a western sky
with silver spears lashing
at earth and our youth
when the eastern horizon
hangs smoke
as celebration to a fading dream
will you take my blistered hand
to a kiss?
That journey
between reflex action
and conviction
where moments flash
from substance to emotion
and where we count seconds as instinct
we live in times where we are against time
and impulse rules over us
as undirected, unelected factor
we live cliché as fact
and fact is cliché
to the one beat of change.
Will you stay with me
when I have no more hallelujahs
to your name
and instead offer dahlias
to your anonymity
when my knees refuse to bend at your beauty
but my eye of growth
raises an altar to your soul
that power that dreams awake
the Brazilian forest
or in its strength of wish
re‑awakens our dead
at Kassinga, Biafra
or wherever your heart lives
among the innocent dead.
Will you really
stay with me
when I stand up
and sing to the world
its magnitude
its greatness
for an ability to turn itself
upside down
while the inhabitants still believe
in its constance
that their heads are facing downwards.
they don’t hang you by the neck
till you die.
They dangle you by the feet
till the blood comes to the brain.
It’s a high feeling that makes you reach for sky
but touch earth as limit
as ecstasy.
of reaching some end
because some journeys are so long
and much longer
when you live in a dream forest
called poetry.
They say
it is not by bread alone that we live.
I know.
It is by poetry alone that we survived –
with poetry dancing on our tongues
we wiped the blood from our mouths
we charmed our torturers
we dangled freedom bells from our shackles
we made music out of sirens
we made homes out of prisons
we redesigned parliaments out of corrugated iron
we petrol bombed our angry past
we blasted our martyrs out of our brains
and we made shrines out of their graves
we weaved forgiveness onto our T‑shirts
and with last remaining droplets of blood
we tried to paint peace on angry dark skies
we silenced our solitude
we mated our humility with our anger
with hammers and chissels
we punched hope deep into our hearts
we swam, we danced and we played water games in our tears
and now,
now we wave flags so bright
sometimes brighter than our future
but stay with me.
Stay with me
when the jungle has no tree
when the wind has no breath
when the rain has no sea
the desert has no sand
the stars have no eyes to see
God has no mercy
and the devil is making barbecue out of the land.
Now, will you stay with me?
Stay, so that we sing
songs from experience
we sing ideas from consciousness
and let’s cultivate destiny
from the barrenness of this,
this history
Stay with me.
Shall you?
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