Cleaning out files, found these, related in an odd way, from gaslight days. What a great group it was.
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2024/07/16
2023/09/05
that which can only be sung
Note prompted by the Guardian's Tate review of the
Rossettis -- https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2023/apr/04/rossettis-review-tate-dante-gabriel-christina
My goodness, Mr. Jones, so what did you really think?
It was this silly "O the sexy" attitude toward DGRossetti that moved me to write my first novel. Beyond the general ignorance that he was painting icons, a whole world of history, an ever-expanding cosmos of other-Christian mysticism, and the present-day obsession with his Muse, it's the "omnipresent nameless girl" who haunts the artist’s (dgr) work...feeding "upon her face by day and night” as Jones writes, quoting Christina. My novel is about this "girl": who she really, truly, deeply is.
Sometimes, spirit has to be made flesh. Or words on paper. Who has seen the wind? Christina asks; this invisible movement that creates matter, time, space. Her brother saw it. He threw a coat of paint on it. Voila.
As Philo said, it's that which can only be sung.
My goodness, Mr. Jones, so what did you really think?
It was this silly "O the sexy" attitude toward DGRossetti that moved me to write my first novel. Beyond the general ignorance that he was painting icons, a whole world of history, an ever-expanding cosmos of other-Christian mysticism, and the present-day obsession with his Muse, it's the "omnipresent nameless girl" who haunts the artist’s (dgr) work...feeding "upon her face by day and night” as Jones writes, quoting Christina. My novel is about this "girl": who she really, truly, deeply is.
Sometimes, spirit has to be made flesh. Or words on paper. Who has seen the wind? Christina asks; this invisible movement that creates matter, time, space. Her brother saw it. He threw a coat of paint on it. Voila.
As Philo said, it's that which can only be sung.
2022/01/13
2021/12/27
Holy Smoke
From 2001
Keep breathing...
A dialogue: HOLY SMOKE
Anand said:
Hi Anand.
Keep breathing...
A dialogue: HOLY SMOKE
Anand said:
<<Saw Holy Smoke, Deb. I enjoyed it, but my friends couldn't relate to it. Unconventional (and disturbing— perhaps more so for a male, you think?) movie. In fact, offhand I can't think of any man I know who would like the movie. Interesting how the tables were turned, unexpectedly but very plausibly. [The bitchy "I won! Admit it, I won!" Kick the guy's balls when he's down! After he objectified her initially.] >>from Deborah:
Hi Anand.
2019/03/25
Worry Stones Or Shared Memories
The Troubled Man: A Kurt Wallander Mystery
by Henning Mankell (Author), Laurie Thompson (Translator)June 12, 2016
I could feel it there, reading, just as Wallander senses that we often know more than we realize: Henning Mankell, sensing his own early end.
I think of Wallander winding down, sleeping out beneath the sky. Using a stone as a pillow. And his pilgrimage to his childhood, searching out and finding his carved initials left on a hidden stone, the energy that drives life, making it's "mark"...
Worry stones or shared memories, do we really know each other, even our closest friends?
Do we only know each other in memory, that fleeting effervescence that we truly are?
by Henning Mankell (Author), Laurie Thompson (Translator)June 12, 2016
I could feel it there, reading, just as Wallander senses that we often know more than we realize: Henning Mankell, sensing his own early end.
I think of Wallander winding down, sleeping out beneath the sky. Using a stone as a pillow. And his pilgrimage to his childhood, searching out and finding his carved initials left on a hidden stone, the energy that drives life, making it's "mark"...
Worry stones or shared memories, do we really know each other, even our closest friends?
Do we only know each other in memory, that fleeting effervescence that we truly are?
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