Oscar Wilde wrote: “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
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Tuesday, April 08, 2008
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Sunday, April 06, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
David Thomson on George Clooney
"Good Night, and Good Luck seemed daring - low-budget, black and white, all about paranoia - but in hindsight it is full of craft and empty of risk." writes David Thomson
Forgive me David but all one can say is, what a profoundly stupid comment that is. Sadly, it's only the most inaccurate in a thoroughly churlish and deeply perverse article. It's the critical theory version of the Romans speech in Life Of Brian ... ok, APART from Confessions, Syriana, Three kings, Good Luck & Good Night, O Brother Where Art Thou, Michael Clayton and a version of Solaris, what has George Clooney EVER DONE for cinema?
My response to David Thomson's piece about George Clooney in The Guardian
Forgive me David but all one can say is, what a profoundly stupid comment that is. Sadly, it's only the most inaccurate in a thoroughly churlish and deeply perverse article. It's the critical theory version of the Romans speech in Life Of Brian ... ok, APART from Confessions, Syriana, Three kings, Good Luck & Good Night, O Brother Where Art Thou, Michael Clayton and a version of Solaris, what has George Clooney EVER DONE for cinema?
My response to David Thomson's piece about George Clooney in The Guardian
Friday, April 04, 2008
Be Kind Rewind
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Marianne Moore had a point
I am not Pablo Neruda,
which may be a statement of the obvious
but it helps me to explain why
I am less than poetic
about a lemon
or the streets of Castille, which
I have
neither walked upon nor seen.
I’m not Billy Collins either
so I’ve never really given thought
to the many reasons
it’s best not to have a gun
or considered the blindness of mice,
although (to be completely honest)
I have
beaten to death one or two poems in my time.
And yet ... here again,
with even more of my words
arranged in lines of varying lengths,
with the stress on some syllables
rather than others
and with an almost total disregard of rhyme
I have,
it seems, not abandoned hope entirely.
which may be a statement of the obvious
but it helps me to explain why
I am less than poetic
about a lemon
or the streets of Castille, which
I have
neither walked upon nor seen.
I’m not Billy Collins either
so I’ve never really given thought
to the many reasons
it’s best not to have a gun
or considered the blindness of mice,
although (to be completely honest)
I have
beaten to death one or two poems in my time.
And yet ... here again,
with even more of my words
arranged in lines of varying lengths,
with the stress on some syllables
rather than others
and with an almost total disregard of rhyme
I have,
it seems, not abandoned hope entirely.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
The secret of the grain
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