Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Truly. Madly. Deeply.



There are films you watch and there are films you inhabit. And this was one of them.

That Anthony Minghella should have died after a "routine operation" seems a cruel irony given the plot of this film.

Clifton ... Bristol ... the early 1990s ... so many ghosts ...

1 comment:

letterwing kite said...

dear Waffle

Have you seen 'I'm Not There" is a wonderful film.


Here's a new poem:





Joseph Cornell's Tools



Joseph Cornell used these sturdy tools
and instruments to create boxes—
time-machines, constructions made
from bits and pieces, three dimensional
frames for fans, lace, buttons
and feathers, along with a torn fragment
of photography—an image of Mallarme's
hands. One contains an illustration,
a humming bird that seems to hover
in the space between the glass and the box's
backing—in another, an etching
of a great horned owl—like the bird
I watched one night, perched on
a light-post in Boulder, Colorado—
it swoops from memory now, filling
my study with silent flight, bringing to mind
another visitation: just this afternoon,
returning from the post office
I drove ahead of an approaching storm,
the trees shook and a black cockatoo
flew out from them—it sailed on, ahead
of my car for almost a minute—
a long time given the situation, stroking the air
before the windscreen, following the road,
so close I could see every detail of its plumage,
especially two patches of colour,
flame-red bars across tail feathers.
Something other than beautiful, fleeting.





Robert Adamson
Mooney Creek
NSW
19/3/08

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