i feel strange. i am neither happy nor sad. there are plenty of things i should worry about, and plenty of things i suppose i ought to be cheerful about. but i'm rather non-commital at the moment. i don't feel like everybody else.
"a presence that disturbs me with the joy
of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
of something far more deeply interfused,
whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
and the round ocean and the living air,
and the blue sky and in the mind of man:
a motion and a spirit, that impels
all thinking things, all objects of all thought,
and rolls through all things."
~ excerpt from lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey by william wordsworth
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
i watched the joy division biopic control this afternoon. i'm not sure if i like it or not. the pacing was slow, and i feel like it only really scratched the surface of ian curtis's life. by the end, though, it was terribly moving. the masterful use of my favourite ever joy division song, atmosphere, in the closing scenes made it all worthwhile.
"i wish i were a warhol silk screen hanging on the wall. or little joe or maybe lou. i'd love to be them all. all new york's broken hearts and secrets would be mine. i'd put you on a movie reel, and that would be just fine."