preparing a new paddock

There is land across the road that has been contested for many years, it is poisoned from earlier periods of mining and the dumping of various wastes and is heavily contaminated in places with arsenic amongst other things.  It has also become home to a vast and expanding colony of Japanese knotweed.  It was owned by a Cornish farmer who finding himself short of money tried a variety of ways to make the land productive over the years; some of these were very unpopular locally, like when he wanted to allow a landfill site to be created on the land.

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300

Well what am I to make of the 300?  Second time I’ve seen it and a very different watching in some ways and not in others.  This time too I hear the entirely fictional and impossible speeches made by Spartans about saving ‘little Greece’, that home of ‘reason and justice’, setting out to defeat the Persians, the most orientalised orientals possible, those who keep slaves, those who have the good music, who offer protection to the malformed, the perverse.

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The Hoe, the Barbican and Ale

It is funny what you learn, or maybe remember. On a train travelling to the south west longing for privacy I am interrupted by three revelers returning from a drinking birthday celebration at the Tom Cobley, a pub outside Exeter. One of the best pubs in the world I am told and we talk about this and that and drinking.

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Dogville

Dogville (Lars Von Trier) allows interpretation from many perspectives.  As SP said, it is like a Shakespeare play in that respect amongst others.  I focus below on a set of ideas, perhaps more words, I encountered in Lacanian writing about the film.  Zizek refers to Dogville in A perverts guide to Cinema, and elsewhere other writers pick up on his ideas to develop further a Lacanian interpretation.  I have little or no understanding of Lacan and all of that second hand, but the film did allow me to entertain the thought that there was something that I could draw from it about the other, the encounter with the other and how that founds essential elements of our lives and can act as an explanatory framework for understanding.

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Afghanistan, Allegory, the Kite Runner and Knowledge

I watched the Kite Runner, the film directed by Marc Forster (2007).  I’ve not read the book but from the comments of various people who had read it I was expecting something very different, something more.  I experienced the film as profoundly allegorical, relating a story of America’s involvement in Afghanistan prior to the current war, what concerns me is the way that redemption if offered.  The film (and the book too if it is judged by its plot and not its style perhaps, its decoration) is a Hollywood product, an epic tale of salvation offering the promise of forgiveness.

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for example

Sheffield has a plethora of Edwardian terraced houses.  Street after street of them with more or less ornate decorative features.  I came across these windows recently.  They are on three houses each one separated by only one other house in the same terrace.  They are amongst the few that I’ve seen where the window furnishing has been painted to reveal the design.  I was struck not just by this but by the fact that they were on the same row of terraces, not adjacent ones, but close to each other.  It is as if they are a craft, the practice of which has spread by example.

famous last words

In a parish church in Sheffield, a barn of a building, so spacious inside, looking at a stained glass window my eyes are drawn to a dedication and not the image.  The size of the building and an imagined small congregation brings to me how short a time has elapsed between the grand schemes of  founders and today.   It seems arrogant in one way yet a last exhalation in another; famous last words.  And that’s where I was drawn, to dedication, words in stained glass, a text of pride, a practice of pathos outlasting the gospel it frames.