october
I haven't continued the whole "one thing that made me glad to be alive from every month" since the initial installment because a) I had second thoughts about its general lameness and sentimentality and b) October was a horrible month for me and I haven't been able to think of anything.
But I'll force one out and get going anyway.
October: the poetry of Hugh MacDiarmid. Reading just a few of his poems made me believe again, for a short time, that poetry really is the voice of something deep and universal within us; it made me believe in that poetry actually has the power to alter history and behavior, not just thought. Of course, this is ironic since his poetry has often been found to be laboriously erudite. But I'm just that kind of guy. (Wolf Parade's album is a close second.)
September: k, there was this moment standing on top of Castle Urquhart (on the shores of Loch Ness) where I felt like a superhero for a moment. I don't want to talk about it.
August: Watching Only Angels Have Wings with my friend Tom. Tom is one of the few people who I think really understand me well, and our comments while watching the film showed how well we get and can anticipate each others' humor. It's awfully fun to be funny.
July: Ong-Bak: Thai Warrior. Every once in awhile, I will be walking down the street and see some potential set-up for an Ong-Bak like stunt. Then I'll stop and replay some of the scenes in my head, and just say "O my god" a few times under my breath and keep on walking, ashamed of my total inferiority to Tony Jaa.
I'm beginning to realize that instead of people or events, these are turning out to be films, music, or works of literature. That doesn't say too much for my life the past year. I'll try to do better.
But I'll force one out and get going anyway.
October: the poetry of Hugh MacDiarmid. Reading just a few of his poems made me believe again, for a short time, that poetry really is the voice of something deep and universal within us; it made me believe in that poetry actually has the power to alter history and behavior, not just thought. Of course, this is ironic since his poetry has often been found to be laboriously erudite. But I'm just that kind of guy. (Wolf Parade's album is a close second.)
September: k, there was this moment standing on top of Castle Urquhart (on the shores of Loch Ness) where I felt like a superhero for a moment. I don't want to talk about it.
August: Watching Only Angels Have Wings with my friend Tom. Tom is one of the few people who I think really understand me well, and our comments while watching the film showed how well we get and can anticipate each others' humor. It's awfully fun to be funny.
July: Ong-Bak: Thai Warrior. Every once in awhile, I will be walking down the street and see some potential set-up for an Ong-Bak like stunt. Then I'll stop and replay some of the scenes in my head, and just say "O my god" a few times under my breath and keep on walking, ashamed of my total inferiority to Tony Jaa.
I'm beginning to realize that instead of people or events, these are turning out to be films, music, or works of literature. That doesn't say too much for my life the past year. I'll try to do better.