You will have noticed that I've not been posting much lately.
This is because just over a month ago, Mocuar had a minor heart attack. She's OK, was only in hospital for two days, though it was a scare the day it happened.
She was taken into hospital and underwent one of those procedures where little balloons are used to open up the arteries and some sort of gizmo was placed in her heart to keep the artery open. The procedure lasted for about an hour, she was conscious throughout and was flirting outrageously with the medical team.
That's my girl.
Since then she's been recovering, more or less back to normal, the main difference seems to be that she tires easily. As she's someone who's always been very active, she has a tendency to overdo it, and I have to make sure she rests. At times like these, being a Master has it's advantages . . .
My overwhelming priority at the moment is to take care of her and this means some major life changes to work patterns and so forth. But we're getting there.
So my posts may be irregular for a little while but normal service will be resumed. Promise.
Monday 26 July 2010
Sunday 18 July 2010
Marat/Sade
We recently watched Marat/Sade, I hadn't seen it for years and had forgotten just how mind-blowingly good it is.
See it if you can. Unforgettable.
I can't resist quoting this:
When I lay in the Bastille for 13 long years I learned that this is a world of bodies: each body pulsing with it's own terrible power. Each body alone and racked with it's own unrest.
In that lonliness, marooned in a stone sea I heard lips whispering continually and felt, all the time, in the palms of my hands and in my skin, the need for contact.
Shut behind13 bolted doors, my feet fettered, I dreamed only of the orifices of the body, put there so one may hook and twine oneself in them.
Continually I dreamed of this confontation. it was a dream of the most savage, jealous and cruellest imagining.
Marat, These cells of the inner self are worse than the deepest stone dungeons. And as long as they are locked, all your revolution is but a prison mute, to be put down by corrupted fellow prisoners.
See it if you can. Unforgettable.
I can't resist quoting this:
When I lay in the Bastille for 13 long years I learned that this is a world of bodies: each body pulsing with it's own terrible power. Each body alone and racked with it's own unrest.
In that lonliness, marooned in a stone sea I heard lips whispering continually and felt, all the time, in the palms of my hands and in my skin, the need for contact.
Shut behind13 bolted doors, my feet fettered, I dreamed only of the orifices of the body, put there so one may hook and twine oneself in them.
Continually I dreamed of this confontation. it was a dream of the most savage, jealous and cruellest imagining.
Marat, These cells of the inner self are worse than the deepest stone dungeons. And as long as they are locked, all your revolution is but a prison mute, to be put down by corrupted fellow prisoners.
Tuesday 6 July 2010
Aleister and Avalon
I've recently been enjoying two books by Paul Weston: Aleister Crowley And The Aeon Of Horus and Avalonian Aeon.
Paul has a knack of making connections and pulling ideas together in a way that defies description. You have to experience it yourself. Suffice to say that I think anyone would come out of reading these books with a very different mindset to the one they started with. Highly recommended.
You can buy them from Paul's site which is always worth a visit.
Paul has a knack of making connections and pulling ideas together in a way that defies description. You have to experience it yourself. Suffice to say that I think anyone would come out of reading these books with a very different mindset to the one they started with. Highly recommended.
You can buy them from Paul's site which is always worth a visit.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)