...is well worth a visit. Miss C and I went on Friday night. Miss C did not like it - she found it dull, think - but, reader, this is a good film, very romantic, albeit tragic. What particularly impressed me was it was very easy to forget that they were a gay couple. Both the leads were excellent. Brokeback mountain itself was a heart-achingly beautiful backdrop. I wonder where it is? Me and a few million other cinema-goers.
Finally: spare a thought for all the non-fictional lovers out there who find their love menaced by non-celluloid bigotry.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
We spent the weekend at home, but not at leisure, Getting Things Done. The seasons are changing – buds on trees, lengthening evenings and brighter mornings. Unseasonably warm sunshine flooded into kitchen through the glass door from the walled garden, throwing my work into sharp relief as I sat painting roses in pairs, crossed: metallic gold on red paper (frontispieces for wedding invitations). In front of the glass door leading into the walled garden, Miss C sat and practiced on her guitar. We took a break together, and circled the tiles in synchrony; sublime music, tangos and waltzes.
Posted by Phibius at 4:30 pm
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Dinner together at home; then, very sharply dressed in black and white relieved only by the ruby richness of Miss C’s necklace, we returned to The City. In the House of Poets, we heard a song for a madman played on a very strange guitar by a wiry old fellow with warm eyes, wild hair and fingers that moved in a blur upon the frets. His accompanist, on the piano, was a little younger but totally bald, with strange and piercing eyes. Then, we danced in subtle rhythms to an exotic beat. Fun.
Posted by Phibius at 10:03 am