I got a comment from the lovely Angela Leese from one life, recorded letting me know she had nominated me for the Liebster Award. My first reaction was, what?! Then I thought she had made some mistake, I only just stared the blog, then I thought please let this not be a mistake, and low and behold, it wasn’t. Yippee!
So if you’re not sure what the Leister award is, and neither was I, I found its basically a recognition award for bloggers by bloggers and it has its own set of rules, of course. One the first things I did after receiving this award invitation was to seek more information from the oh so knowing google. And I found quite a bit.
Like most people know, Paris is one of the most romantic places in the world. Its beauty conjures up a whimsical fancy that tinkers just within your grasp. You go to it and that dream suddenly is reality, and this reality is so much more than the fantasy. Yes, Paris is one of the most romantic places in the world. Its easy to fall in love in Paris, more often than not in my experience, it easy to fall in love with Paris, every time you visit.
There is this feeling you get when a good piece of music accompany’s a scene in a film. The scene’s suddenly speaking a unquie language that touches you in the centre of your being. Sometimes, you hardly notice that there’s music playing in the first place sometimes you do. Both times you’re left hearing the very soul of the film almost as if the film itself were saying more than the characters on screen, the film bears its itself and you get it, you hear it, you feel that scence and just like that you understand the film in its entirety that bit more. Or not. But if you do, those moments are when I fall in love with the art that is film all over again.
“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more.” Continue reading “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe
I once found myself in a creative writing workshop, trying, and most likely failing, to improve my writing overall. The speaker went around the table asking for books that had inspired us to want to take the class. As the turns moved along the table, I heard books like, Continue reading ‘Tastism’ in Today’s Readers
One of the things I could never understand was why there weren’t women in the filmmaking industry, behind the camera as well. That was what I thought for a very long while and if you’re female and aspiring to be a filmmaker it can be intimidating to say the least. But then after watching, what I think is a fantastic movie called Under the Tuscan sun again, I reflected on the movie for a while then really looked at the name on the director credit, Audrey Wells.That can’t be right surely, why else would they have made a fuss about Kathryn Bigelow when she the Oscar in 2010 for The Hurt Locker being a historical event. If they were more women in the director’s chair won’t we know about it? Would they be celebrated as much as their male counterparts?
The imagination is the greatest gift we have, I believe. I love books, I love films. I spend my best time in my head dreaming up stories, people, lives. When I read a good book I am in transported to a different world, conjured by my capability for wonderment. I’m living another life, seeing different colors and feeling a multitude of emotions and sometimes not feeling at all.
I get crazy in a bookstore, my heart beats faster my mind almost unable to contemplate the possibility of falling into another world, of having that exhilarating feeling you can only get when you discover that the book your immersed in is REALLY good. Your mind half convinces you that you could never find a story like the last mind-blowing one, yet the conviction at which you search story after story says otherwise, perhaps. I do love books. And films.
Films are books come alive. The interpretation of a story in someone’s mind, which tells of the interpreters mind, yes, but it also tells a story. A good film also transports you to another world, its leaves your reeling form the lives being played out in front of you. And at a good juncture you no longer exist, as in books, you forget your world, your problems, your life, you become one with the story being played out, you feel what they feel, you taste what they taste. I love films too.
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“Books are the most quietest and the most constant of friends, they are the most accessible and wisest of counsellors and the most patient of teachers.” ….Charles W. Eliot.