big ideas
These are the things I worry about in the night

The zen of the long drive.

From Another Country Diary 3 Feb. 2002

It’s like the Seamus Heaney poem ‘Postscript’ where he writes about driving through County Clare  – “when the wind and the light are working off each other … Useless to think you’ll park and capture it, More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there.”

9 May 2002 - a 'poem'

A country diary day of some pain

As I rounded the corner I saw the road covered with white flying feathers and a splattered chook being picked up by a tall young man with a look of pain on his face. He crossed the road just in front of me, the early yellow sunlight on him against the dark road.

A story about Dana Atchley

A digital story, therefore vulnerable to magnets

Dana said it was the best thing that had been written about him and he linked to it for years. Besides being flattered (after all it was just using his words) I like it too. He died in San Francisco on December 13 2000.

Conjunctions

Then there are splices hard and splices soft.

While remaking some old film splices, I was thinking about conjunctions, those joining words and the relation to film.

Falling

I don’t look at this page much.  If you have had recurring dreams about falling from a tower, you might want to give this entry a miss as well.
I won’t mind.

The Journal of Albion Moonlight and Kenneth Patchen

I rather prefer short critics to long ones.  I like critics with tan shoes — look nicer, I think. . .

When the things you know go on auto-pilot

Wikipedia credits this to Martin M. Broadwell  who first articulated the model in his “four stages of teaching” in February 1969.

Beat

Discontented? Ok, but scrawny?

An attack on “some of the hairiest, scrawniest, and most discontented specimens of all time”. Hang on I said, that was me, I wanted to be Beat, did people really think that?

Nothing more than his own biography

A quote from Nietzsche’s Human, All Too Human

Where do I look?

What did I see? What did I look like as they ‘see’ me? Thinking about photography and the photographer’s eye.

The White Goddess - Robert Graves

Call me, if you like, the fox who has lost his brush; I am nobody's servant

You chose your jobs because they promised to provide you with a steady income and leisure to render the Goddess whom you adore valuable part-time service.

I am talking about film as poetry - James Broughton

“I am not talking here about going to the movies. I am talking about making cinema. I am talking about the life of vision. I am talking about cinema as one way of living the life of a poet. I am talking about film as poetry, as philosophy, as metaphysics, as all else it has […]

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