Seen the perfect storm? How much was the ticket?
Were the actors good? Was it realistic? Did it taste of salt and blood and did the cold wind bite into the bones?
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.
The poem is of course by Dylan Thomas, the film clip was taken by a fisherman, on board one of the trawlers, who spend up to three months in the North Atlantic, over a thousand miles from home.
Makes me think, about the price of fish.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
No more movies.
Posted byBlogItemURL> landsker at 1:35 am
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4 comments:
Loved yoru "walking Eagle' anecdote!
It would be cool to have a theater where you could see the movie and get salt water sprayed in yer face, cold winds blowing, maybe have frozen tuna or 2 fwapping its way through the audience. Within minutes of sure death from hypothermia when the movie ends.
That's got to be a tough way to make a living much less dying. I'd rather not experience it. I see enough danger in my work from spinning saw blades.
Being on a boat makes me puke even in calm weather. But I don't eat fish either thanks to my upbringing on frozen fish for catholic Fridays.
oh this is wonderful..and the video really goes with the poem....perfect...now where is my dramamine....
Pauls' idea about Reality theater would be great...
( I used to go to MN Rocky Horror Shows where they did all that threw toast, sprayed water, etc , you had to bring rain gear and an umbrella to get through the show...it was alot more fun...but for a SEA show- that would be sooooo cool)
Nice to see you....
Hi Naj, Have to admit, I "borrowed" the anecdote, "Walking Eagle" is an old joke!
(Hilary Clinton, the Walking Eagle, so full of shit, she can`t ever fly.)
Paul, how goes, Yes, I did on occasion, haul meself off to sea when I was younger, (much younger!) like a saw-mill, it was good honest work, but you got to eat fish every single day, sometimes even for breakfast.
Hello Enigma,
Ah yes, the Rocky Horror show, I did see it (the movie) once, but perhaps we can write up a mixture of the Perfect Storm and The Rocky Horror Show.
Fish-nets and rubber suits, cod-pieces and wet T-shirts, with a chorus line of sexually deviant parrots. (Mmmm, and toast?)
I better stop, I think I`ve overdone the medication.
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