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Tag: personal
…the ringing of tiny bells.
Life to me mostly seems like how it might be for a cat with a spinal injury, except in that nobody thinks I’m cute as I struggle to do the basic things that everyone else appears to do with ease.
It’s a shame to feel so jaded.
A Grand Day Out
Arsche und Feck
Typical. First day back to work and I sleep in.
Actually, there was more to it than that – I touched the snooze button every ten minutes between seven and nine, when I dismissed the alarm only to wake up at twenty to noon.
So I worked from home, getting a good amount done, in between trying to explain to a kitten that while it’s fun chasing a cursor around the screen, I can’t really see through the fat wee barrel.
This naturally fell on deaf ears…
The Last Day of the Holidays.
This is the first decently long holiday I’ve taken in years. Lots of cooking, lots of drinking and some rock and roll.
Time to fix what’s broken now.
What Dreams May Come
This is my current horoscope from Freewill Astrology:
SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): The Hebrew word *chalom* means “dream.” In his book *Healing Dreams,* Marc Ian Barasch notes that it’s derived from the verb “to be made healthy and strong.” Linguist Joseph Jastrow says that *chalom* is related to the Hebrew word *hachlama,* which means “recovery, recuperation.” Extrapolating from these poetic hints and riffing on your astrological omens, I’ve got a prescription for you to consider: To build your vitality in the coming weeks, feed your dreams. And I mean “dreams” in both the sense of the nocturnal adventures you have while you’re sleeping and the sweeping daytime visions of what you’d like to become.
I have the feeling something important is happening, some unseen machination, some stars coming right (ch-ch-chhh), because not only is this the second week in which dreams have featured in this horoscope (they don’t normally), it also coincides with both my learning of this, and of a marked shift in my dreaming.
I don’t care how hokey this sounds, significance is personal and wherever you find it. Unless you’re clinically diagnosed with certain types madness, of course.
I Won’t Be Happy Unless It All Ends In Tragedy.
I mean Tragedy in the sense of not an Epic or a Comedy. Tragedies tend to be meditations on death, loss and suffering but without any final redemption, whereas Epics, though they touch on the same subjects, end with the protagonist learning an essential truth, becoming stronger for it, and experiencing some form of redemption.
Forgive me if I’m offering you a pre-sucked egg here.
Bill Murray, as one example, has an amazing knack for taking serious, “earnest”, complex roles and injecting both humanity and humour, allowing the viewer to watch and enjoy (because let’s be plain here, we’re not talking about documentaries, we’re talking about work that is designed, marketed and consumed primarily as entertainment) the movie, but which also serves the process of the art much better in that it communicates the human experience involved, adds extra levels of communication between actors and audience and forms connections, bonds, between actors and audience granting those unspoken dimensions a presence onscreen. As another example I think Deer Hunter was more in the “hard-going for the sake of it” camp, although perhaps it was intended/received as a necessary catharsis for Americans from the Vietnam era, ‘cos heaven knows such a thing was necessary given what the vets experienced both in service and on their return home. This is in stark contrast with another war movie, Apocalypse Now, which is one of my favourite movies (especially the 45 min longer Redux cut), and, y’know, it barely seems like a war movie at all to me. I’m a bit of a Joseph Conrad fan, and I really really like the exploration & exposition of personality that his storytelling deals with, and I think Coppola reflected this brilliantly. The war aspect was just a distracting device through which to explore the otherness of white guys going crackers in the jungle (amongst slightly more weighty topics ;> ).
Better than Romancing the Stone, anyway. But here, if you fancy some luscious cinematography, find a Russian movie called The Return. so good. Also an Epic. Or its successor, The Banishment, a Tragedy.
