|Stuff I like
This is here for me so that when I get old and lose my mind I can look at this and know what to read, watch and listen to, and where to go.
NB: There is now another
set of "stuff I like" in
my "found and liked" section...
|Books and films and music might mean a lot to someone for all sorts of reasons. Perhaps it's just familiarity, perhaps association with a time, or place or person. May be you just like it! These are some of my favourites thus far, for a variety of different reasons. Whether they influence, or whether they reflect, I am not sure. Presumably both.|
|Books I likeMusic I likeFilms I like Places I likePoems I like|
Poems I like
Too many to list them all, but here are some top favourites...
The Axion Esti, by Odysseus Elytis.
The vastest things are those we may not learn,
by Mervyn Peake.
Marina, by T.S. Eliot.
Lay your sleeping head..., by W.H.Auden.
Too many names, by Pablo Neruda.
Books I like
The Little Prince by Antoine de St.Exupery
Music I like
Composers / singers
Gustav Mahler, Frank Sinatra, Kathryn Tickell, Sinead O'Connor, Oscar Peterson, Pete Atkin, Bjork, some of Antony and the Johnsons, Dire Straits, Annie Lennox, Dean Martin, REM, Bach, Wagner, some Elgar and Mozart, most of Brahms, some Verdi, Suzanne Vega, some Elton John, some Aerosmith, Sade, Marina V, Avril Lavigne, Linkin Park, Evanescence, Gorillaz, T'Pau, No Doubt, Radiohead, Bruce Springsteen, Dead can Dance, Paul Simon, Meatloaf ...
Individual songs / tracks / albums
Recent favourites include "The Trophies of my Lovers Gone" by Pete Atkin/Clive James, from their new album: A Dream of Fair Women. (see peteatkin.com)
"The turns of speech that I can't quite erase from how I talk,and also "Thought of you" from their Winter Spring cd.
Places I like
The edge of the Greenland ice sheet near Kangerlussuaq
the films I like
Once Upon a Time in the West
and yes, Mandy's Dad: I do still like Burt Lancaster! Who wouldn't?
|What (I ?) see through the window
To begin with, buildings, people, trees, cars, fields and the sky.
Then the inside edge of everything that is outside.
My own reflection in the glass..
The things that you tell me that you see.
Pieces of a puzzle, but only some of them.
Now the outside edge of everything that is inside.
The works of man and the work of God.
Other people's lives.
Meaning and intent.
What I see depends very little on what is actually there.
I see more with my eyes closed and my heart open.
I see everything that I imagine, everything that I want, and nothing that I didn't already know, because my eyes are still closed and only my mind is open.
I see what I believe that I see, whether it is true or not.
I see what I expect to see.
I see what I think I ought to see.
Everything I see is transparent, so I see nothing.
I see time falling past like water.
Sometimes I see the ripples in the sky from where you touched it.
this page is always under construction....!