Sunday, December 20, 2009
19th december
Hard not to feel despairing these dark days, with the abject failure of the Copenhagen summit, the manifest failure of political loeaders of ever party to come to grips with the situation that confronts us...
but i did what everyone seems to be doing and tried to forget all about it.
Went to see 'The Red Shoes' with some old friends.
It looked so beautiful; I love the way the Powell and Pressburger films are absolutely not afraid to portray an inner landscape and make poetic films...
But this was tosh. The idea that you cannot love and be an artist; that the pursuit of art is somehow mad and destructive... the usual British anti art tosh.
But I was gateful to it just the same...
Hard not to feel despairing these dark days, with the abject failure of the Copenhagen summit, the manifest failure of political loeaders of ever party to come to grips with the situation that confronts us...
but i did what everyone seems to be doing and tried to forget all about it.
Went to see 'The Red Shoes' with some old friends.
It looked so beautiful; I love the way the Powell and Pressburger films are absolutely not afraid to portray an inner landscape and make poetic films...
But this was tosh. The idea that you cannot love and be an artist; that the pursuit of art is somehow mad and destructive... the usual British anti art tosh.
But I was gateful to it just the same...
Labels: escaping cold despair
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