Tuesday, October 27

the sun at the top of the drive

I am sitting by the fire typing away knowing that four am comes early( time we wake here), yet i stay where i am.
I have been listening to pride and prejudice on audio in the car, in the kitchen, while running from room to room. oh goodness how i love elizabeth and darcy has there ever been two more perfectly matched souls! i have been waiting to see bright star, truth betold i am afraid once i do everything will change. perhaps the change will be subtle but i doubt it, i have a feeling that i will plunge deep, deep into that world, the one i often speak of. what book or film moved you, do you remember the scene, the phrase, the paragraph the feeling...do tell.


Gigi said...

I love that book, too. Actually, most of her books completely swallow me up, and I don't resurface for days after I've read (and re-read) them. I, too, am trying to decide whether or not to see Bright Star. Keats is among my favorite poets. I want very much to see the film, but I struggle so with films about people and books I love. I've just bought A.S. Byatt's new book and am going to start it tonight! Will let you know how it is when I come up for air.

Elizabeth said...

I saw Bright Star. You'll love it. No one would leave the cinema after the credits rolled, it was that good.

Ann Marie said...

the book that first moved me, enough that i remember it, was "till we have faces" by c.s. lewis.

i too am a bit hesitant to see bright star...have always loved john keats for myself. but, am planning on seeing it once my husband returns home from a business trip. i'm quite sure i'll need his hugs after the movie...

can't wait to hear what you think of it.

absolutely beautiful photos.

spread your wings said...

taylor and i saw Brigth Star the weekend it opened. it was beautiful, so beautiful. the cinematography was outstanding

bigBANG studio said...

oh i know exactly what you mean about the knowingness that the vortex might swallow you up for a few days afterward. i felt that way after i saw the diving bell and the butterfly.

one of my favorite passages from any book is a scene from brideshead revisted by waugh, in which charles and sebastian get completely sauced when they raid the wine cellar at brideshead, and they come up with the most wonderful, ridiculous descriptions of each wine they're drinking..."this is a little, shy wine, like a gazelle." "like a leprechaun." "dappled, in a tapestry meadow." "like a flute by still water." it goes on and on. once i was found myself with some old college friends in this freezing cold apartment in the east village in new york - i think they hadn't paid their heating bill so the electric company had cut the heat- and we put on an old billie holiday record and went through many bottles of red wine to keep warm and merry. our host pulled out his tattered copy of brideshead and read the wine passage aloud to our utter delight. *Sigh* That was a younger self. And that is a wonderful, delectable book.

maría cecilia said...

Hello, I just LOVE your pictures, always making a poem of every shot you do, how amazing!!!
María Cecilia

Hila said...

This is the first passage that really moved me and kind of shook my world, from Wuthering Heights:

"I cannot express it; but surely you and every body have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from beginning; my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and, if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the Universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees – my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath – a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff – he’s always, always in my mind – not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself – but, as my own being."

I was 12 when I first read it, and I still get tingles, romantic that I am.

Florea Mihai Ionut said...

is just like a dream :).

I think you should listen to Patrick Watson - Step into a dream. is a beautiful song and I think it is proper for your pictures.