20 today!

Happy birthday!
love from your mummy

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Sound familiar?

Has anyone out there experienced this: My last three posts are not visible to me when I access my blog. I know that others can see them. Grrrrrrr. This is hugely frustrating! Sound familiar? Does it get better? I may try deleting the first 'invisible' post and see if that reorganises things. Any suggestions?


Artist/Modigliani

Theo

Attempting to maintain dignity
in the face of a sudden influx of sparrows
he stands his ground, valiantly
defending the bread he was enjoying
alone, until the onslaught of this avian battalion.

August 2006


Artist/Colin McCahon

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter....and Spring

Korean film, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter...and Spring, is an allegorical feast for the eyes. Stunning cinematography and spare dialogue wrap a tale that beautifully presents the cyclical, circular nature of life. The age-old concept of life as teacher. The inevitability that 'sins' catch up with us. The possibility for redemption. In short, that there is nothing new under the sun plays out in a way that cannot help but make a memorable impact.

All About Eve

Am I the only person never to have seen All About Eve? Anyway, this past weekend I put that matter right. And am I glad I did. Bette Davis is outstanding. Remarkable. In fact, the entire cast is superb. No weak links in the chain. From Margot Channing, Davis' benevolent volcano character, through to George Sanders' portrayal of the cool, calculating Addison DeWitt and Anne Baxter as Eve Harrington, the desperately wannabe actress who climbs the stardom ladder by stepping on anyone who provides the best foothold, 'friends' notwithstanding. The film is a real treat. Do yourself a favour, next time you come across it in the DVD store, grab it with both hands.

Without

Crossing Cook Strait
going home to be
ordained in the

parish of his father,
while seas wished
by and the wind

had its say in the
wires, it came to
him there was no

God. Not that
God was sulking or had
turned His back—that

had happened often.
It was that God
wasn’t there, was

nowhere, a Word
without reference or
object. Who was

God? He was the
Lord. What Lord was
that? The Lord God. Back

and forth it went while
stern lifted, screw
shuddered, stars glowed

and faded. The
universe was losing
weight. It was

then he threw his
Bible into the
sea. He was a

poet and would
write his own. Happiness
was nothing

but not being
sad. It was your
self in this one and

only moment
without grief or
remorse, without God

or a future—sea,
sky, the decks
rolling underfoot.

C.K. Stead


Artist/Colin McCahon