A few weeks back I had to move all the furniture in my lounge room and this led me to deciding I might as well rearrange it as I put it back. The biggest part of this was moving the bookcase and – naturally – all the books.
I have a lot of books on the shelves that I rarely read. Particularly books I’ve kept from when I was a kid. This includes what you’d expect in fiction for young readers, but it also includes poetry. Lots of poetry.
From when I was about 9 I frequented a second hand bookshop which had a great selection of poetry and, with my meager pocket money, I started a small and eclectic collection. I should say, I’d already had a love of rhyme and so had quite a few books of ‘childrens’ verse’, but this shop allowed me to expand into other areas. I kept buying poetry there until I was well into my 20s.
The thing is; I stopped reading (and writing) poetry in my late 20s. This means I’ve had all these poetry books on my shelves for a long time just collecting dust. In fact the only one I still regularly read is a volume I stole from my dad! It feeds my addiction to John Donne, Lord Byron and Christina Rossetti. Less often I break out my dedicated books of Blake or Donne and, likewise, books of Henry Lawson and Banjo Patterson for an Australian fix.
I suspect those will be the last poetry books to suffer being culled, but every time I do a rearrangement a few more go to the charity shop.
Grammar jokes and Star Wars… perfect.
Another beauty from xkcd
Lightning sometimes shocks people because it just doesn’t know how to conduct itself.
Readers of the blog know I’ve been weaving for a year or so and, in some exciting news, I’ve opened an Etsy shop called From This Cloth to sell my wares. Scarves for now and hopefully there will be a few other kinds of things in time for Christmas!
Here are some examples of my scarves…
Usually when I take a ‘break’ from Lamellae I don’t know it’s a break until it has already happened. This time I’m doing it differently. With quite a few distractions coming up in the next few weeks, I’ve decided to schedule a break. Not a long one – I aim to be back here before the end of the month – but I’ll be looking forward to getting back!
It’s true that I’m easily distracted. And distracted by many things. This week it is mucking about with photographs…
I’m always fascinated by how music works in movies.
Putting aside the naturally subjective nature of music appreciation, movie music often has an odd relationship to the story and images. Pulp Fiction is a great example of a homogeneous soundtrack that has almost nothing to do with the story. Marie Antoinette takes that a step further where the modern music was deliberately chosen to highlight her ‘rock-star’ status in her own time. Can’t say that one worked for me, but it was interesting.
My pet hate is when the music that tells you how to feel, but when the music gives you a more subtle push it definitely adds something.
Of course there are some movies where, without the soundtrack, you’ve got to wonder how good the film would be (Pump up the Volume and Tron:Legacy are two that come to mind). You can tell those ones when you own the soundtrack but not the movie!
Some of my favourite moments of movie music (because it’s not always about the whole soundtrack) are the title track (Chaiyya Chaiyya) of Inside Man which I think tells you to expect something a little different, the track during the hare coursing/chase scene in Snatch (Mirwais) which is – to me – just perfectly matched to the visuals, and the final track in Fight Club (Where is my mind?) which sums up the feel of the movie kind of wonderfully.
There are also just songs that you – sometimes distractingly – discover you love during a movie. My top two would be Walkie-talkie Man from Man of the House and Far Away from The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.
I also have a special soft spot for two soundtracks, where I like pretty much every song; The Saint and Garden State.
Anyone have favourites they’d like to share?