Found these on my harddrive- cannot recall where I got them originally. Safe to say they are: Orlando fishing in NZ; Vigo catching a fish in NZ and little Vig catching fish with his father.

I found the perfect poem for Mr M today- I love it to bits -so post it here for Mr Mortensen..

The Baite- John Donne

COME live with mee, and bee my love,
And wee will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and christall brookes:
With silken lines, and silver hookes.

There will the river whispering runne
Warm'd by thy eyes, more then the Sunne.
And there the'inamor'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swimme in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channell hath,
Will amorously to thee swimme,
Gladder to catch thee, then thou him.

If thou, to be so seene, beest loath,
By Sunne, or Moone, thou darknest both,
And if my selfe have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legges, with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poore fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowie net:

Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
Or curious traitors, sleavesilke flies
Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes.

For thee, thou needst no such deceit,
For thou thy selfe art thine owne bait;
That fish, that is not chatch'd thereby,
Alas, is wiser farre then I.

How lovely is that? Such a beautiful poem with which to woo! (Not for a minute am I attempting such a thing on this particular fisherman-obviously) But in a different life and given the opportunity it would look well in a valentine's card wouldn't it?

Heh maybe someone else could use it though ;-)

Haven't posted for an age....

Noone comes here so it doesn't matter too much!
Watched a great film called "Istanbul Tales" Was watching with Mr Anfreya and as ever needed to point out what was occuring to him. These are famous myths and fairy tales.. look snow white and the seven dwarves; sleeping beauty; cinderella; ... I couldn't work out the last one. All I could think of was one of the most beautiful pieces of literature. I ever read,, "Wind in the Willows" I did a quick google search for "Piper at the Gates of Dawn" (Chp 7 of the book) and came across a blog on world religions which I have added as a cool place now.
This is a passage which when I first read it at age 22- had be chilled to the bones and in love with a book that I'm forever in love with. It's so much more than a kid stoy with a lively Toad character we've all come to know and love.
Anyway enjoy below.

"A bird piped suddenly, and was still; and a light breeze sprang up and set the reeds and bulrushes rustling.
Rat, who was in the stern of the boat, while Mole sculled, sat up suddenly and listened with a passionate intentness. Mole, who with gentle strokes was just keeping the boat moving while he scanned the banks with care, looked at him with curiosity.
`It's gone!' sighed the Rat, sinking back in his seat again. `So beautiful and strange and new. Since it was to end so soon, I almost wish I had never heard it. For it has roused a longing in me that is pain, and nothing seems worth while but just to hear that sound once more and go on listening to it for ever. No! There it is again!' he cried, alert once more.
Entranced, he was silent for a long space, spellbound.`Now it passes on and I begin to lose it,' he said presently. `O Mole! the beauty of it! The merry bubble and joy, the thin, clear, happy call of the distant piping! Such music I never dreamed of, and the call in it is stronger even than the music is sweet! Row on, Mole, row! For the music and the call must be for us.'

The Mole, greatly wondering, obeyed. `I hear nothing myself,' he said, `but the wind playing in the reeds and rushes and osiers.'
The Rat never answered, if indeed he heard. Rapt, transported, trembling, he was possessed in all his senses by this new divine thing that caught up his helpless soul and swung and dandled it, a powerless but happy infant in a strong sustaining grasp.In silence Mole rowed steadily, and soon they came to a point where the river divided, a long backwater branching off to one side.
With a slight movement of his head Rat, who had long dropped the rudder-lines, directed the rower to take the backwater. The creeping tide of light gained and gained, and now they could see the colour of the flowers that gemmed the water's edge.`Clearer and nearer still,' cried the Rat joyously. `Now you must surely hear it! Ah--at last--I see you do!'

Breathless and transfixed the Mole stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly. He saw the tears on his comrade's cheeks, and bowed his head and understood. For a space they hung there, brushed by the purple loose-strife that fringed the bank; then the clear imperious summons that marched hand-in-hand with the intoxicating melody imposed its will on Mole, and mechanically he bent to his oars again.

And the light grew steadily stronger, but no birds sang as they were wont to do at the approach of dawn; and but for the heavenly music all was marvellously still. On either side of them, as they glided onwards, the rich meadow-grass seemed that morning of a freshness and a greenness unsurpassable. Never had they noticed the roses so vivid, the willow-herb so riotous, the meadow-sweet so odorous and pervading.

Then the murmur of the approaching weir began to hold the air, and they felt a consciousness that they were nearing the end, whatever it might be, that surely awaited their expedition. A wide half-circle of foam and glinting lights and shining shoulders of green water, the great weir closed the backwater from bank to bank, troubled all the quiet surface with twirling eddies and floating foam-streaks, and deadened all other sounds with its solemn and soothing rumble. In midmost of the stream, embraced in the weir's shimmering arm-spread, a small island lay anchored, fringed close with willow and silver birch and alder. Reserved, shy, but full of significance, it hid whatever it might hold behind a veil, keeping it till the hour should come, and, with the hour, those who were called and chosen.

Slowly, but with no doubt or hesitation whatever, and in something of a solemn expectancy, the two animals passed through the broken tumultuous water and moored their boat at the flowery margin of the island. In silence they landed, and pushed through the blossom and scented herbage and undergrowth that led up to the level ground, till they stood on a little lawn of a marvellous green, set round with Nature's own orchard-trees-- crab-apple, wild cherry, and sloe.

`This is the place of my song-dream, the place the music played to me,' whispered the Rat, as if in a trance. `Here, in this holy place, here if anywhere, surely we shall find Him!'

Then suddenly the Mole felt a great Awe fall upon him, an awe that turned his muscles to water, bowed his head, and rooted his feet to the ground. It was no panic terror--indeed he felt wonderfully at peace and happy--but it was an awe that smote and held him and, without seeing, he knew it could only mean that some august Presence was very, very near.

With difficulty he turned to look for his friend. and saw him at his side cowed, stricken, and trembling violently. And still there was utter silence in the populous bird-haunted branches around them; and still the light grew and grew.

Perhaps he would never have dared to raise his eyes, but that, though the piping was now hushed, the call and the summons seemed still dominant and imperious. He might not refuse, were Death himself waiting to strike him instantly, once he had looked with mortal eye on things rightly kept hidden.

Trembling he obeyed, and raised his humble head; and then, in that utter clearness of the imminent dawn, while Nature, flushed with fulness of incredible colour, seemed to hold her breath for the event, he looked in the very eyes of the Friend and Helper; saw the backward sweep of the curved horns, gleaming in the growing daylight; saw the stern, hooked nose between the kindly eyes that were looking down on them humourously, while the bearded mouth broke into a half-smile at the corners; saw the rippling muscles on the arm that lay across the broad chest, the long supple hand still holding the pan-pipes only just fallen away from the parted lips; saw the splendid curves of the shaggy limbs disposed in majestic ease on the sward; saw, last of all, nestling between his very hooves, sleeping soundly in entire peace and contentment, the little, round, podgy, childish form of the baby otter.

All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.

'Rat!' he found breath to whisper, shaking. `Are you afraid?'

`Afraid?' murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. `Afraid! Of him? O, never, never! And yet--and yet-- O, Mole, I am afraid!'

Then the two animals, crouching to the earth, bowed their heads and did worship.

I can say nothing more by way of find greeting than share this incredible piece of lit.

Be happy friends- (back with V/O soon I hope!) xxxxx

Go Viggorli

At last inspired! If the beautiful gentlemen reach thus far....
Check out all your fanvases and Livejournal and Viggorli Chronicile Blog!!! EVERYONE wants you to be seen together at BAFTAs

As the song goes...

"Do it for the kids yeah do it for the kids!!!"

I sooooo pray Vig wins BAFTA more than any other award.. I so hope Orlando presents the award OR that Vig in his speech .....well you know ....says something.... you all know what I mean right!!!


Go Viggorli Go go go......

BLOG.!

Great films watched recently and thoughts...
Y Tu Mama Tambien
Deer Hunter
Taking Liberties

Thoughts:
Bravery
Cowardice
Men
Women
Heroism
Suicide
Life
Living
Dying
Knowing transience

LOVE

Eastern Promises

Finally saw EP! Wow! Simon and I had the theatre to ourselves- this doesn't serve as comment on the movie just on Blackbloodyburn on a Friday at ten to six!!!
The movie is fab. All the actors turn in superb performances- we both really rated Aleksandar Mikic- he was really unnerving and the nuances of his performance (I truly believe) are Oscar worthy.
Viggo is amazing in this. So subtle.. the sort of subtelty that you only realise ten mins after leaving... suddenly you are seeing his face and his expressions and dark hooded eyes and you realise that you hadn't noticed that during the film you are actually thinking as though you are a part of it all thinking- what's he thinking- how's he interpreting that? As though you are there in the room and looking at his character and wondering which side to take by the way he reacts. It is so like real life- the way we look at each other and wonder how even people we're close to are reacting to a situation. Viggo is absolutely marvelous in this- and having just watched "The Reflceting Skin" for the first time recently (1990) it makes you realise how Viggo has really honed his own style and craft over the years! I believe Naomi Watts said that Viggo's performance makes the watching of movie worthwhile in and of itself. I agree! Though V Cassell and Aleksander Mikic and Sinead Cusack and of course Naomi herself are all abolutely tremendous.
This movie will be a slow burner.. I think people will see it; eat their burger afterwards and then only realise it's impact when they sleep and the film and characters and darkness and light creep into their dreams. Top Notch! 10/10

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On a personal note..... Go Viggo! You are incredible and I think you will be overlooked at the awards and I think you will care not one jot- but one day my friend ("my friend" I wish) you will be acclaimed for your lifetime works and achievements- like buggarall it will matter to you or the way you work.. though as a fan I would personally like to see that moment when they all stand and take a bow in your direction. xxxxxx

Happy Birthday Viggo

Hope he gets lots of lovin' licks and kisses on his birthday.

Just about love and hoping it exists truly between two people I mention here often...

Oh my Love by John Lennon

Oh my love for the first time in my life,
My eyes are wide open.
Oh my love for the first time in my life,
My eyes can see.

I see the wind,
Oh, I see the trees.
Every thing is clear in my heart.
I see the clouds,
Oh, I see the sky.

Everything is clear in our world.
Oh my love for the first time in my life,
My mind is wide open.
Oh my lover for the first time in my life,
My mind can feel.

I feel the sorrow,
Oh, I feel dreams.
Everything is clear in my heart.
I feel life,Oh, I feel love.
Everything is clear in our world.