Thursday, May 31, 2007
And look what I found in the top of my parent's bard. Fashion plates! I loved these when I was little and I'll love them even more now. Fun!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
I finished Anansi Boys very recently. It was fun and good. Not American Gods good, but definitely a breezy read. I do heart me some Neil Gaiman. If you like trickster tales, this would make a nice summer poolside read.
Sexy Beast was odd. Very very odd. I mean I liked it mostly. The main character was relate-able and Ben Kingsley was so good in his nutso nutso role, but some weird twisty parts are likely to give me unpleasant dreams for a little bit. It did have Ian McShane, Swearingen from Deadwood, which was a bonus - but I think I like him better in the wild west.
Stage Beauty was fun and adorable. Not a typical movie at all and it has me jonesing to see some Shakespeare. Its surprisingly hard to locate productions around here, but I shall! Oh and I would highly reccomend this movie even if the story was subpar (which it wasn't) just so everyone could appreciate the wonder that is Rupert Everett. He makes every movie I've seen him in just that much better.
Aaannnd I watched a documentary - Daughter from Danang. So good! Kee the hankies nearby cause you'll need them. All about a woman being reunited with her Vietnamese mother and family. I'm awestruck by the honesty and emotion shown in this film.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Waiting for Icarus - Muriel Rukeyser
He said he would be back and we'd drink wine together
He said that everything would be better than before
He said we were on the edge of a new relation
He said he would never again cringe before his father
He said that he was going to invent full-time
He said he loved me that going into me
He said was going into the world and the sky
He said all the buckles were very firm
He said the wax was the best wax
He said Wait for me here on the beach
He said Just don't cry
I remember the gulls and the waves
I remember the islands going dark on the sea
I remember the girls laughing
I remember they said he only wanted to get away from me
I remember mother saying: Inventors are like poets, a trashy lot
I remember she told me those who try out inventions are worse
I remember she added: Women who love such are the worst of all
I have been waiting all day, or perhaps longer.
I would have liked to try those wings myself.
It would have been better than this.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
CASSEL ROAD by Sandra Maddux-Creech
the rabbits actually danced
on their hind legs
in the smoky moonlight
all about the black fields
and gray gravel road
staring us down
in the trail of our headlights
How dare we come there?
we drove backward
for two miles
The Squid and the Whale has been on my list for a very long time. I liked it. It felt very honest and real and the kids were terrific in this one.
Now I cannot wait for Deadwood Season three to come out. I'm hooked! The characters are intriguing and its a great mix of brutal and funny. Love love love Swearingen and Doc and Jane and Dan - and almost everyone really. If you haven''t watched these, you shoudl do so. And stick with it even when it starts out so horribly dark and violent. You end up rooting for the most unexpected characters.
This blog is getting a little heavily skewed towards book and movie reviews. I promise I do have projects in the works! Pottery class is on hiatus until mid-June so all my half-finished projects are on hold. But I'm working on a painting that I'm so very proud of. It should be done this weekend. No clue what I'll work on next. Maybe more felt things.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
The writing was so lyrical and delicious. At first it seemed like it was paced too slowly to hold my attention, but I got sucked in by the language and the pacing was perfect for the story.
And I watched Wuthering Heights so I could compare it to the book. It only told half the story and it did bend things to make the two main characters more likeable, but I liked it. Laurence Olivier and Merle Oberon are amazing in this. And stunning to look at.
This one I didn't like. Quirky but not that interesting in the end. I'm sad that I wasted my time on it.
Oh and I read this quote somewhere and loved it. I had to share.
"I don't know about you, but I'm kind of fed up with realism. After all, there's enough reality already; why make more of it? Why not leave realism for the memoirs of drug addicts, the histories of salt, the biographies of porn stars? Why must we continue to read about the travails of divorced people or mildly depressed Canadians when we could be contemplating the shopping habits of zombies, or the difficulties that ensue when living and dead people marry each other? We should be demanding more stories about faery handbags and pyjamas inscribed with the diaries of strange women. We should not rest until someone writes about a television show that features the Free People's World-Tree Library, with its elaborate waterfalls and Forbidden Books and Pirate-Magicians. We should be pining for a house haunted by rabbits." – Kelly Link
Friday, May 18, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
In other randomness, here's a poem I like:
Song on the End of the World by Czeslaw Milosz
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A Fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through fields under their umbrellas
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet,
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world there will be,
No other end of the world there will be.
Don't forget to put a bag of canned goods next to your mail box or slot on Saturday morning. Letter carriers are picking them up for the local food banks and pantries. Easy and a good cause - you don't get that very often!