Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The Edge of Heaven is a film I purchased today from Amoeba Records on Sunset and Ivar. Directed by Fatih Akin, it interweaves six people who are connected by spirit and love. (It is delivered in German, Turkish and English.) If you like foreign cinema, then this is a fascinating jewel.I won't spoil it any further. Watch it.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Books invite all, they constrain none.Today as I waded in the bath, enjoying solitude and the sonorous raindrops, I decided to get some reading done. After all, I will be resuming my studies in another month. So, I may well prepare my brain for the tasks of cognition. The literature selected? Dancing Naked at the Edge of Dawn by Kris Radish. 327 pages of (I have devoured 62) a woman’s journey from misery into enlightenment. What provokes it? She decides to witness her husband making love to another woman in her bed after coming home unexpectedly. She does not watch out of merely voyeurism. She, in her words, is curious. Curious of what, I do not know. Curious of the passion that no longer consumes her equates as my guess. All fiction roots from fact. Even if the author did not experience this, she is telling the story of someone who has lived it. Isabel Allende recounted that after she wrote Of Love and Shadows, a man approached her and shared the identical details of his life to the story. I am nowhere near finished with the book but I hope that I will be as satisfied with the ending as I am with the beginning.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
actually accomplish it. When does a dreamer become a master? I participate on a particular site which I will not name. Upon joining the site, an individual has the option to take one of the staff tests. In spite of no dating experience, I decided I would take a quiz just for fun. I selected one which analyzed your psyche towards dating . None of the questions were outlandish, just the names accorded to the result.( It tested several aspects of personality.) My score : the Priss. Allow me to share the details:
Saturday, January 16, 2010
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
This poem, Invictus, is the poem that helped Nelson Mandela to persevere during his tribulation in prison. For those of you who don't know, Nelson Mandela survived for two decades and a score on Robben Island.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
These are countries who fascinate me by name alone. Faraway lands, whose soil I have not yet touched. What enters my mind when I see these countries on paper: