I finally saw one of those films I’ve been wanting to see ever since I fell in love with cinema: Orson Welles Chimes at Midnight. And the thing that struck me, what with the Shakespeare plays it’s based on — Henry IV Parts One and Two and Merry Wives of Windsor — is how emtional […]
Truth becomes fiction when the fiction’s true; Real becomes not real where the unreal’s real. — Cao Xueqin, The Dream of the Red Chamber
I went to the record store and the record store was sold out of Bowie’s Black Star for the rest of the week. So I remembered hearing this great rock band on the radio and the DJ quoting Bowie saying they were the best band of the 70s. So I got a Fanny record instead. […]
Let us suppose, I kill an ape. Nobody touches me. Suppose it is a particularly clever ape. Nobody touches me. Suppose it is a new ape – a hairless, speaking species. Nobody touches me. By ascending these subtle steps circumspectly, I may climb up to Liebnitz or Shakespeare and kill them, and nobody will touch […]
Do try and take time to check out the new season of #Endeavour that’s started airing on ITV Sunday night. Each episode is 90 mins like a cool 60s crime film and it has just one of the greatest pairings in British TV with the utterly brilliant Roger Allam and Shaun Evans together on screen. […]
Last night I was playing Stage, a live album of Bowie’s from his Berlin Years, and Valerie had a sudden reaction, just wanted to turn it off. Five hours later we heard Bowie had died. All my friends and non-friends alike were obsessed by Bowie when I was at school. It was like you couldn’t […]
Well I’m not a scientist. But I know all things begin and end in eternity. — David Bowie as Thomas Jerome Newton in The Man Who Fell To Earth
It’s not man who pursues truth, but truth man — Lev Shestov
The moral stubborness, the passionate otherness – maybe that is what secretly makes one secretly proudest of being a Jew after all” — Philip Roth, The Anatomy Lesson
Into her darkness, a churning synaethesia, where her pain was the taste of old iron, scent of melon, wings of a moth brushing her cheek. — William Gibson, Neuromancer