Post by EvilRocker on Aug 11, 2004 22:08:00 GMT -5
Monday
Went to see the movie YOUNG ADAM when I was over in Scotland at the weekend and it's gone and wedged itself inside my head and won't budge.The way it's been shot is quite, quite beautiful and I have to admit, highly erotic.I don't usually find sex scenes in movies very titillating at all.Usually my toes are curled in excrutiating horror whenever you see people trying to be "sexy" on screen but in this movie.......i dunno.....the sex is really charged.I loved it...and not just because it's been made by a supremely gifted scottish director and cast...........and not because you see Ewan Magregor's sexy willie in it.......but because it's deeply moving and poetic and ambiguously mysterious.
God my mind is in such a dark place of late.I feel like the dark forces of the world are perilously close to taking over my life.My dad keeps reminding me of the phrase "It's always darkest just before the dawn" in a valient attempt to raise my flagging spirits but my god.....I've never been more conscious of my physical disintegration,my mortality.I feel like I'm surrounded by death and despondancy and people giving up everywhere around me.It's all so profoundly depressing.
I'm sitting listening to "Parade" on my IPOD and wondering whatever happened to that girlish mood I inhabited back then when we recorded that song? I feel like a completely different person entirely.
WHat on earth has happened to me this year?
What stripped me of that positive,philosophical outlook?!?!?!!
My little sister keeps laughing at me and saying things like"Don't worry so much.You have an artistic temperament.Just go with it and stop worrying about fixing yourself.Live Shirley.Just LIVE."
But it's hard to do the easy stuff.You cruise through the huge traumas in some respects .........only to find that you break down into uncontrollable weeping when you can't open a jar of beetroot.
What's that all about? I ask you.
Anyway......here's a lovely description about music in a book called "The Cunning Man" which I'm reading right now by the writer, Robertson Davies.
"To me the forest was peace and loneliness and freedom to think and feel as I pleased.It was tangible nobility and it struck into my life without literary interference.Later in my life,when i was far from the forest,I found the same thing in music."
I love that: Peace and loneliness and freedom to think and feel as I pleased.
Went to see the movie YOUNG ADAM when I was over in Scotland at the weekend and it's gone and wedged itself inside my head and won't budge.The way it's been shot is quite, quite beautiful and I have to admit, highly erotic.I don't usually find sex scenes in movies very titillating at all.Usually my toes are curled in excrutiating horror whenever you see people trying to be "sexy" on screen but in this movie.......i dunno.....the sex is really charged.I loved it...and not just because it's been made by a supremely gifted scottish director and cast...........and not because you see Ewan Magregor's sexy willie in it.......but because it's deeply moving and poetic and ambiguously mysterious.
God my mind is in such a dark place of late.I feel like the dark forces of the world are perilously close to taking over my life.My dad keeps reminding me of the phrase "It's always darkest just before the dawn" in a valient attempt to raise my flagging spirits but my god.....I've never been more conscious of my physical disintegration,my mortality.I feel like I'm surrounded by death and despondancy and people giving up everywhere around me.It's all so profoundly depressing.
I'm sitting listening to "Parade" on my IPOD and wondering whatever happened to that girlish mood I inhabited back then when we recorded that song? I feel like a completely different person entirely.
WHat on earth has happened to me this year?
What stripped me of that positive,philosophical outlook?!?!?!!
My little sister keeps laughing at me and saying things like"Don't worry so much.You have an artistic temperament.Just go with it and stop worrying about fixing yourself.Live Shirley.Just LIVE."
But it's hard to do the easy stuff.You cruise through the huge traumas in some respects .........only to find that you break down into uncontrollable weeping when you can't open a jar of beetroot.
What's that all about? I ask you.
Anyway......here's a lovely description about music in a book called "The Cunning Man" which I'm reading right now by the writer, Robertson Davies.
"To me the forest was peace and loneliness and freedom to think and feel as I pleased.It was tangible nobility and it struck into my life without literary interference.Later in my life,when i was far from the forest,I found the same thing in music."
I love that: Peace and loneliness and freedom to think and feel as I pleased.