Saturday, December 24, 2005

Stolen from Chateau

Favourite poem: Icarus, by Anonymous or "Pearl".

Favourite word: Zounds. Verisimilitudinous. Pietas. Kharei.

Favourite food: Hmmm..

Favourite song: "There Is A Light..."

Favourite flower: Lily

Favourite picture: "Dido Arriving At Carthage". Or Blake's picture of Satan on the burning lake

Favourite artist: Turner

Favourite view: Delphi, and the Cypresses

Favourite city: London

Favourite play: Recent: "A Number"
Modern: "Faustus"
Classical: "Agamemnon"

Friday, December 23, 2005

Oh, I do not want to be Clive either.
And the signs are worrying.

I think the flood of comments on Juliet Evan's blog rather unseemly, yet post them. Incessantly. Will stop.

All romantic films involving two proper, English male characters are cursed by the ghost of the black and white film of "Pygmalion", (not supposed to be a romance, I know) in which one longs for Eliza to fall in love with Higgins, and she doesn't really. Julian Sands was not Right as Emerson in "Room...". Nor was Day-Lewis as Cecil because he seemed nice. And like me. And I do not want to resemble a spurned fiance in Forster. Really.

Oh, in response to earlier comments, Forster is not an icon because we do not admire him. Clive is a person for which one can make a case.

Never, ever call your child Cecil. People will mispronounce it, (as Sissel) and he will be tormented by the knowledge that the Cecils are scary people who turn up throughout history, and orchestrate plots. And build museums of Garden History.

I was tired. And I am not a lefty. I am a utopian anarchist, I do not believe in partisan politics. And "political correctness" is a good thing.

Now, I will resume awaiting a turkey. Have been doing so since 8am.

I cannot wish anyone a happy secular Winter Solstice festivity as it has been and gone.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The pressing issue of the day:
"Why do M&S stock pinstriped ladies undergarments? Why?"

I suspect I can guess the answer ("There are standards, dear..." but no. 'Tis Wrong. Also, why have the female population of our fine metropolis ceased to demand that jackets have sleeves? And indeed half the jacket.

In terms of the subculture, we have to claim Forster. Not as an icon mind, but he did exhibit quite a few Pseudo bohemian loser-ish tendencies. And Cicero, as an Icon. Because of the poetry.

Oh, and happy Christmas or Saturnalia to you all.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Righto. We are having Octavia as well then.

Is it okay for us to have Octavian? (ROME's Octavian, not Shakespeare's or Graves') Misunderstood and incredibly wonderful. And very, very into Greek philosophy (though possibly not Plato-at-dawn unlike some...). I would propose Atia but I don't think she quite embodies the values of the subculture, wonderful feminist that she is?

And does anyone have any thoughts on Sarah Kane?