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28 January 2014

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Just twittered link to your typically thoughtful post. wxx

Not everyone will see it in the same way; that much is obvious, given the irreverent food munching and slurping. Perhaps the slurpers are so cut off from their feelings that the emotional content of the film had no impact. If that is so, this great piece cinematic art was wasted on them. Its a film that every human on the planet should see. Without the popcorn.

I do want to see this but, aware that I weep so easily (and noisily) these days, feel I should maybe watch in a more private setting. Know what you mean about those national chains and have fond memories of watching edgier films in the late 60's/early 70's in a tiny cinema (unusually for those days smoke free) situated above a camera shop, alas long since demolished, in the adjoining town.

The only time I go out to the movies now is our small local independent theatre. The films are serious, mostly, and the audience is made up of serious film goers. Eating shall soon be an Olympic sport. :<(

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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