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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.

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect

Orlando Bloom is being slammed everywhere at the moment. Why? Well it seems the paps were all over him the other night in LA. Those vultures had stories of him going to one spot and then another, what he drank, with whom he spoke (that's clumsy but it was to avoid ending a sentence with a preposition; something you should never end a sentence with.) who the bloody DJ was etc etc yawn yawn.
Next thing they have video of him coming out, getting into a kaffuffle (no violence) and then driving off... and THEN low and behold they are right at the scene filming the immediate aftermath of a car crash. (note: they don't have footage of the crash itself) This maybe because it's hard to film such a thing when you're busy cutting someone up and causing them to swerve into a parked vehicle injuring their passengers!
Agh! whatever! The points of note to me are- yet again the paps are sooo eyes on the prize that they are forgetting basic rules of the road and causing their quarry to forget basic rules of the road. Evil! Then I though - hang on I'm here watching all this on a bloody X17 pap video!! There's this poor lady lying in the road with blood on her and clearly terrified and messed up awaiting the ambulance and anothe lady who's scared and anxious and Orlando (who by the way has been videoed walking away from the crash, pulling a hoody up) who's also distressed by it all. All the while the film footage goes into negative when an almighty flash light goes off!
Why am I watching this even? Why was it filmed! Why weren't more people helping.
All Orlando's key fansites are up in arms calling him for waling off.. I'm bemused.. Can't any one stay loyal?Yep he's walking away for sure! BUT there's a lot of reasons why someone may behave like that- not least shock! Of course everyone is waiting to hear whether he was completely wankered on drink and drugs. Maybe he had a % over the odds and panicked.. but police say not. Leave him alone people who don't care! And people who do- stand by him then!
Jeez louise..

And THEN I remembered that just before "In Celebration" opened in London over in Viggo land (at PP) Viggo posted Shakespeare's Sonnet 70. NOT FOR A SECOND LINKING THE TWO THINGS HERE.

But I thought- hmmm actually that's a beautiful piece and I feel so apt for now...

So today (sorry Will and sorry Vig - for nicking your choice of post)

Sonnet 70- William Shakespeare

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater, being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days,
Either not assail'd or victor being charged;
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy evermore enlarged:
If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.

Let's take a second here to relate the happenings to Lady Diana. Paps.. I guess there's a job to do! We all want to look at the glitzy, the famous. They give us something bright and shiny to gaze on. No one (unless they are sick) wants to see a woman dying in the back seat of a road smash. Thanks be.. that noone was ultimately seriously hurt in Mr Bloom's accident- but..................... who needs another Diana scenario?
Remember these are real people.. not acting a part... living a horrible incident in their lives and it has been recorded and is available all over the globe NOW!
I need to go away and review my own feelings about even looking at something like this. It's irresponsible for me as an individual. Like my choice to smoke- but.. ah!
You know what I mean...

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So what's been happenin'?

Can't wait to see Viggo et al in Eastern Promises. Never managed a trip to London to see Orlando B in "In Celebration" }:-(

Reading "Half a Yellow Sun" by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
About the Biafran/Nigerian wars of late 60s /early 70s through the eyes of one half of a pair of twin sisters, the lover of the other sister and a servant boy. Superb novel. I work with a heap of Nigerian kids and it was fascinating to read a bit more about that country. (btw: heap isn't necessarily the collective noun for Nigerian kids! If I had to choose one though it would be "A smile of..")

I also loved Poisonwood Bible -Barbara Kingsolver (about American Missionary Family in Belgian Congo in 50s/60s)

Been thinking about Dad a lot and feeling alternatively depressed, high, crazy and angry. Coming out of it a bit now- which is a relief (for all around me; if not myself)

POEM? Two I think - as it's been so long since my last post..


Let Me Die a Youngman's Death

Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party

Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death

By Roger McGough


AND.....

A favourite for the ladies....


Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

By Jenny Joseph



IRONICALLY: Currently listening to The Who "Teenage Wasteland" Go go go go..... spin and turn and dance dance dance....

Til next time ya'll (Me!)

In memory of my dad

I am posting this because last Sunday would have been Dad's 63rd birthday. He died three years ago (on Sept 1st) I loved him very very much and miss him horribly always, especially on the birthday we shared.

This poem may look difficult at first but just read it out loud; it flows so naturally. I love the feeling of this poem.

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my father moved through dooms of love

my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)

under his eyes would stir and squirm

newly as from unburied which
floats the first who,his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots

and should some why completely weep
my father's fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.

Lifting the valleys of the sea
my father moved through griefs of joy;
praising a forehead called the moon
singing desire into begin

joy was his song and joy so pure
a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice

keen as midsummer's keen beyond
conceiving mind of sun will stand,
so strictly(over utmost him
so hugely) stood my father's dream

his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn't creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile.

Scorning the Pomp of must and shall
my father moved through dooms of feel;
his anger was as right as rain
his pity was as green as grain

septembering arms of year extend
yes humbly wealth to foe and friend
than he to foolish and to wise
offered immeasurable is

proudly and(by octobering flame
beckoned)as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark

his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he'd laugh and build a world with snow.

My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)

then let men kill which cannot share,
let blood and flesh be mud and mire,
scheming imagine,passion willed,
freedom a drug that's bought and sold

giving to steal and cruel kind,
a heart to fear,to doubt a mind,
to differ a disease of same,
conform the pinnacle of am

though dull were all we taste as bright,
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit,all bequeath

and nothing quite so least as truth
--i say though hate were why men breathe--
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all

e.e.cummings