Scott Walker- The Seventh Seal
Scott Walker- The Seventh Seal
MY FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS - original
The geek in me wanted to put Batman in, but I have a lot of ethical problems with him most of the time so I didn’t know whether he’d make the favourite list. However, he’s the best ‘Superhero’ because he’s not supernatural, he’s a real human that has taken it upon himself to defend and has a pretty acceptable moral code. I have had this conversation with JP many times when drunk. Obviously I love Batman, so therefore:
I’ve also probably forgotten a lot of people that should make this list, and will later go back and edit it because I’ve stayed up worrying about it. I’d also like to make it clear that I probably wouldn’t like to meet a couple of people on my list because I don’t think we’d get on, and I’m pretty scared of Charles Kinbote because he’d become very overfamiliar, very quickly.
— Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore.
I’ve had a pretty awful week due to the fact that I buried my grandfather yesterday, and this put a smile on my face. The organisation and consideration in the face of adversity is admirable, and reminds me to keep my chin up. I apologise for the self-reflective posts and overall soppiness, but sometimes we all have moments like this.
Not eating since I woke up (8.30am, it is now 12.30pm) til now has meant a lot of stupid comments on the blogs of people I follow, mainly because I havent read them probably. Oops.
Mickey in Hannah and Her Sisters (1986) dir. Woody Allen
This is about to start on TCM, so if you get the evening off, watch this glorious film.
I know it’s not only me that sometimes wishes that they inhabited the worlds that Woody Allen creates, everyone always knows what to say, and those that don’t become enveloped in the tragedy of their dumbness, which is the night to every day-bright comment. When they don’t know what they’re doing, self reflection is always so poetic and well-written, and when they do, it is so normal it’s not unachievable. I know it’s idealistic, this is a part of my personality that is both good and bad - but I find that I easily become overwhelmed by my own imagination and Allen’s film seem to be a trigger. Aye me.
I’m giving a reading this month, at a festival. I’ve done readings before, of poetry, but the fact that I’m going to be reading something in a different form, that I’ve invested a lot in, terrifies me. It’s a short story out of a larger collection that I’ve been working on, something that I’d love to go somewhere eventually. However, the old pitfalls of talkingtoofast and mumblingeverysecondword will arise no doubt. I hope it gets easier, and I hope this somewhat explains my absence from blogging. Real life in the past week has consisted of a family death, a lot of writing, and settling into a new house. They are the other excuses, as everything eventually becomes. I’m too nervous to digitally share parts of this work, but we’ll see.
Photo by Lucy Johnston
If only I knew that I would look like Diane Keaton in these, and not like a complete and utter hipster, I would buy these glasses as mine are definitely due for a trade-in.