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age gracefully

… keep moving! Another fav of mine. A mere 90 years old. To be in the new Mary Poppins movie apparently. I remember another under-rated actor Jack Palance [Attack! 1956 a superb ant-war film] doing push-ups [one-armed] at the Oscars in the early 1990s. Never too old.


Still going strong at just turned 100 years old! May be he and Olivia de Havilland should do something together?  Usually played the strong man but I most enjoy his comedy double acts with that other great Burt Lancaster. We won’t see the likes of the Golden Age actors again. Shame Zsa Zsa Gabor missed the ton by a few weeks.


I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. T.S. Eliot


Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime

Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffee spoons and T.S. Eliot

A Wrinkle in Time

This illustration for Don Dellio’s Point Omega minds me of Ray Bradbury’s The Veldt wallscreen/virtual reality room. A walk-in movie made real?

The anti-movie. The single camera position. The expressionless actor. The shot extended to its ultimate limit in time. David sees this as “part dream, part fiction, part movies,” which also sounds like a prophetic summing up of the novel Point Omega.

GEOFF DYER Sunday Book Review: New York Times

What will happen from next year with Big Ben being out for repair? A Darren Almond flip-clock projection onto the side of Elizabeth Tower? A booming recording of the earliest striking/chiming?


Apocalypse of thought.

In Viktor Shklovsky’s 1916 essay, “Art as Technique,” he states that art’s aim “is to make objects ‘unfamiliar,’ to make forms difficult, to increase the difficulty and length of perception.” Through difficulty, through impeded progress (rather than through predictability and velocity), art offers us a return to apprehension and thought.


The less there was to see, the harder he looked, the more he saw. This was the point. To see what’s here, finally to look and to know you’re looking, to feel time passing, to be alive to what is happening in the smallest registers of motion.

Point Omega Don DeLillo re: Douglas Gordon’s 24 Hour Psycho

The Sons of Lee Marvin

 I love the [‘improvised’ seems the wrong word] scene in Point Blank [a favourite film] where Marvin remains silent [unscripted and confused the actress, as it was supposed to be a dialogue]. But especially the ‘walk-over’ soundtrack scene which prefigures it. Footsteps? heartbeat? relentless thought pattern? slow applause from a non-audience? echoed metaphysical gunshots? literal dead man walking. Eponymous action. Doppelgänger.

queen’s speech

“emotional and psychological death”

The thing that strikes is the diction. Both the American poet [mid-Atlantic accent?] and the interviewer. Sets up poetry as verbal rather than textual [merely]. Strange this is the first thing I thought when I heard their voices, and that she talks about oral poetry in this interview.

I wonder if along with recording/archiving of languages that are dying out there is any similar exercise in preserving the sounds of language [accent/dialect/pronunciation]?


There can be ‘truth’ in a xmas cracker joke as much as in a holy book. The repetition of the mundane can become ritual and hence lend itself to the spiritual. Anything in opposition to the norm of the time can be enlightening. There of course no longer is any truth. Just a clock ticking.

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