in our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing

"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

I am haunted by waters."

- Norman Maclean

A River Runs Through It

I just finished reading A River Runs Through It and it was inevitably lovely. I don't know why i avoided it for so long. If you can get past the brain spasms each time Norman Maclean bursts into detailed accounts of fishing techniques, you'll find a big thumping heart underneath. Quite possibly a fish heart, but a heart nonetheless. It's actually great to read a book that doesn't need to thrill or amuse or do anything in particular, it just needs told and this is one i'm very glad i was.

"It is one of those books you want to read aloud, following people around to do it..."

 - Joe Rogaly

I want to go fishing and live in the country until there's no country left. Yup.

The Picture of Dorian Gray is up next =]

Watch The City of Lost Children, it's brilliant.

ludovico einaudi - primavera

hear a little howl back

"'When?', said the moon to the stars in the sky

'Soon', said the wind that followed him home

'Who?', said the cloud that started to cry

'Me', said the rider as dry as a bone

'How?', said the sun melted the ground

'Why?', said the river that refused to run

'Where?', said the thunder without a sound

'Here', said the rider and took up his gun"

- The Proposition

I seem to have watched an obscene number of films in the past 3 weeks and i'm nowhere near done yet. Sometimes i worry that i love the music and film world more than my chosen path but i'm told it's quite normal.

Is it?

I'm hoping so, otherwise i'm in a heap of artistic trouble!

I'd quite like to 

read The Unbearable Lightness of Being and The Wasp Factory, will i ever get round to doing so? Not likely as i haven't even finished The Master and Margarita yet. I suck at the literature game.

No new artwork to share as i'm lazy and haven't photographed anything yet, can you inject enthusiasm? I did however stumble across Alexey Titarenko, who enviably manages to show lamenting souls far better than i have yet managed. Damn him.

cathy davey - reuben