Thursday 18 December 2008

Munitionette


For English we read "Regeneration" by Pat Barker. It follows the lives of patients at Craiglockhart, a war hospital during WWI. Oe of the main characters is a soldier named Billy Prior, who falls in love with a munitions worker (munitionette) Sarah Lumb. Their relationship is incredibly complex; Billy seems utterly fascinated by Sarah's willfulness and independence, but at the same time seems to despise her. Sometimes he wants to hurt her emotionally, because he feels as if she owes something to him. He projects all of the resentment he feels towards civilians and women onto Sarah. In the end though, he admits how he feels.

Munitionette.

She,

glittering like streetlamps, yellow

of  her skin, knocking them back

hand on her chin

Bold,

like glaring sunlight, beating

of her heart, so much life

within her

 

She,

of the world behind

the glass, so rippled and he ensnared

by the writhing Dead

Cold,

are the arms that tenderly try

to snuff out the joy

within her


Saturday 13 December 2008

Music for my insomnia

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Only seven more days until I jet off to the Philippines for Christmas. I can't wait.
Only three more days until I go and watch Twilight.
Three days til school ends.

I just watched The Edge of Love. It's a movie about Dylan Thomas, the famous welsh poet, set  in WWII. It's got Keira Knightley (his childhood sweetheart and soulmate, also his lover), Sienna Miller (wife, mother of his child), Cillian Murphy (love of Keira's life, husband, father of her child) and Matthew Rhys as Dylan Thomas.
The whole movie made me quite sad. The portrayal of his relationship with his wife (Sienna's character) and his childhood sweetheart (Keira's character) was all so tragic. And then add in Cillian Murphy's character, with his nightmares and hallucinations after serving in Thessaly...


The force that through the green fuse drives the flower 
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees 
Is my destroyer. 
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose 
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.


The force that drives the water through the rocks 
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams 
Turns mine to wax. 
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins 
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.


The hand that whirls the water in the pool 
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind 
Hauls my shroud sail. 
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man 
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head; 
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood 
Shall calm her sores. 
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind 
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb 
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

-Dylan Thomas
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Music anyone?
Lions Roar - The Hush Sound
Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
Vois sur ton chemin - Les Choristes
Coin Operated Boy - Dresden Dolls
Heartless - Kanye West
Love Lockdown - Kanye West
Unfaithful - Rihanna
Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven
Let The Flames Begin - Paramore