Sunday, January 29, 2006

Will review the film of Maurice properly later: in brief not enough Classics, why o why cast HG as Clive?, and Merchant Ivory were terribly confused over Platonic relationships. (ie. the wonderful, terribly written "You wrote that you were." "I wasn't"..."You wrote that you liked her" "I didn't" scene was heavily cut and climaxed in a very brief and embarrassed looking hug, and involved strange, semi physically impossible moments of hair stroking")
How on earth do you manage to wreck "Maurice", of all books? I doubted it could get worse, but it did.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

There are times at which one needs the Smiths. This is one of those times.
"A Rush and A Push and the Land is Ours" is a good anthem.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Am having a ridiculously busy weekend/Sunday, obsessing over fragment 49 (dear, graceless Atthis) and Marlowe. I spent four hours this afternoon trying not to obsess over Marlowe.

The stupid sleeping pattern continues, I have been sleep walking during my grammar conversations with old EM apparently. And talking to myself. And singing the word "Milton" repeatedly, to Half Man, Half Biscuit tunes. (Bad idea.) I still reckon I am a few days off doing a Blake and seeing him.

So the moral is "Do not direct plays, chaps". Or write essays to Jeff Buckley records. With Hallelujah on repeat. It is not good for you.

Concerning icons (I reach the point at last) we are having Sappho. and H.O.M. because we have the fictional version of him, so 'tis inevitable.

I would put an argument in for the protagonist of Heinrich Boll's "The Clown" actually. Very pseudo bohemian loserish, though I do not advocate consuming that much cognac. Or being a clown.

(Nor do we advocate being battered to death by one's lover, who later commits suicide).

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Righto, have read Fred and Madge, yes we are allowed have Orton as an icon. Am feeling major sympathy for Halliwell at the moment, and really want to read his novels. He was a classicist, you know...

Typing is fantastically mundane. And one's fingers start to bleed, and indeed the rest of oneself does and damn, 'tis unwise. It also leads to enjoying films which feature Hugh Grant (though obviously not enjoying Grant's scenes) which is quite worrying.

Oh and can we standardise the pronunciation of "quiet" so it is identical to "quite"? Please? It will make my life easier.