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10 November 2004 |
In Memoriam |
Since I was out sick on Monday, and busy catching up on work yesterday, I did not get to properly remember the anniversary of Dylan Thomas' death, as previously planned. Also missed Bram Stoker's birthday on Monday. Stupid illness. Sigh.
Anyway, in honour of a true poet (and a man who knew how to drink), I thought the following poem was fitting. Requiescat in pace.
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
Dylan Marlais Thomas, 27 October 1914 - 9 November 1953 |
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09 November 2004 |
Blast and Heckfire! |
Long ago, in a blog post far, far away, I believe I mentioned plans to post something about my dissatisfaction with George Lucas, and particularly with the upcoming Episode III. Well, it's time to get back to that with a far more bold statement than I'd have made before. Because, you see, things have changed.
I hate George Lucas with an all-consuming passion.
Why? Because with one little trailer he turned my abject indifference toward Ep III completely on its head. Yea verily and forsooth, I actually desire to see this movie now. Blast him!
It wasn't as though I disliked Eps I and II--I enjoyed them quite a bit, in fact. But they were missing something essential (something I can't quite put my finger on) that the original trilogy had in spades. And I knew quite well that I'd likely enjoy Ep III; I just had no desire to rush out to see it, and didn't care one whit about "the buzz." Alas, that's now changed. The trailer rocks. It does what a trailer ought to do, and may well be one of the best trailers I've seen. I think the movie industry in general has been ruined by bad trailers. If people have seen the entire movie in the couple of minutes that the trailer played, are they really likely to want to spend money on the movie? Doubtful. Take another trailer we saw this weekend before The Incredibles (about which I could not begin to say enough good things)--it's a new Tim Allen vehicle called Christmas with the Kranks. Now, setting aside that it looks clichéd and generally awful, I still would not see this movie--because I already have. The entire story is laid out in the trailer, including the happy ending. And this is far too often the case. Rent or buy a late 70s or early 80s film on dvd, and watch the original trailers if they're included. Alien comes to mind as a good example. Sparse, telling almost nothing about the movie, the trailers are yet visually enticing. And that's what the new Ep III trailer is.
And so yes, now I find myself anticipating the new movie. I may still not rush to the theatre (though seeing with friends opening night is always good), but neither will I dally. Fie on George Lucas! Fie on him, I say!
**Would have posted this yesterday amidst all the other Incredibles and Episode III posts, but I was home sick with no internet access.
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04 November 2004 |
And Now a Word From Our Sponsors |
We headed over to Crescent City Beignets last night for their Grand Opening here in Valley Ranch, TX. Expecting to have to throw a couple coffees on credit (ah, plastic, thou art so evil, yet so useful!), we were pleasantly surprised to find that "Grand Opening" meant "neighbourhood party," where everyone was invited, and snacks were provided. Free coffee, free beignets, and, should you be a beer drinker, free ale. On a crisp and windy night here, the coffee was a terrific treat. Prices are reasonable, I hear from Flambeaux that their cajun food is pretty darned good, and the owners seem very cool. They've also got free wireless internet access if you've got a laptop (Flambeaux got the skinny on that, so check with him if you want more info).
It's a franchise company, so they've got locations elsewhere in Texas (Austin, Houston, San Antonio) and a few other places 'round the country, should you not be a DFW-dweller. The Wolf highly recommends. |
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