The most exciting thing about writing is that thing that is just around the corner waiting for you, I feel motivated just thinking about it. It’s an unpredictable thing, and who knows what the next thing will be. I’m working at the moment with speed, I think it’s because I’ve been reading O’Hara, Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: David Berman, Dead Poets Society, Frank O'Hara, Medbh McGuckian, Nick Cave
My review of The Impossible on The Manchester Review:
Disaster movies are one of my favourite genres. I don’t care whether it’s plague, volcano, earthquake, tornado, melting icecaps, meteorites, fires or floods. All that death and destruction is just delightful, I love them. The film that started my fascination with this genre was the 1970s classic The Towering Inferno, Steve McQueen and Paul Newman, two very beautiful men, this is such an awesome film, I was really small when I first watched it and it was terrifying, some ugly scenes, fireballs! All those synthetic materials burned quick. But it left an impression (I think Titanic will leave a similar impression on my kids, they love it, ‘what made it sink?’, the iceberg ffs for the millionth time). Anyway whenever there’s a disaster movie on TV, even if I’ve seen it before, it makes me feel celebratory for some reason, and I crave something with bubbles.
My review of Tarantino’s Django Unchained on Manchester Review:
Tags: Frank O'Hara
I don’t know if this qualifies as a prose poem, or just me rambling on. Anyway, I’ve just realised I did a Frank O’Hara poem for last year’s NPWM, I’ll have to check the day, it would be spooky if it was the same one. Six more to go is all: Read the rest of this entry »
I hate confessional poetry, I just do, and this poem I wrote for class on Friday, the exercise was to write a poem that addressed a kind of poetry that you think has it wrong, but my poem (which isn’t a poem at all really) turned out so bad that I decided not to submit it because a) I felt a bit embarrassed to read it out (damn my tendency to blush), and Read the rest of this entry »
Just counting the days at the moment, this is another of Bernstein’s exercises: write a poem in which you try to transcribe as accurately as you can your thoughts while you are writing. Don’t edit anything out. I’m not feeling so creative this weekend so thought this would at least be a quick solution. It’s too much though to do this, it’s worse than confessional writing, my sad little mind. Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: Alec Baldwin, Mad Men, Paul Newman, Steve McQueen
Daytime Drinking, Alec Baldwin and Charismatic Acting
When Alec Baldwin impersonated Robert DeNiro on the Actors Studio it made me wish that he was in every film, playing every part and all TV too. Because Alec’s got charisma: in the good stuff like Miami Blues but also in the dodgy stuff he does now, 30 Rock was pretty good though and he was beyond charismatic in that. I thought he was cool in The Getaway though the critics trashed it, probably because no one can follow McQueen. When I was little and my brother was a teenager he took me into town to buy a record, he held my hand, introduced me to his friends, Paul Newman and Steve McQueen. Some say McQueen was wooden, couldn’t act, I don’t agree because under-acting isn’t bad acting. Harrison Ford can’t act (in my opinion), he’s got one expression, strangely though the guy who plays Don Draper in Mad Men says Harrison Ford is his favourite actor, but when Jon Hamm (that’s his name) was on Actors Studio he was weirdly uncharismatic, not a patch on Don. My absolute favourite bit of that show was when Don and Betty are on a picnic in this lovely scenic spot and Don stands up throws a can of soda (soda!) off into the distance, then lifts up the picnic blanket and just dumps all the rubbish on the floor, classic TV, my other favourite thing about that show is the initiative from the fan community: don’t forget to drink when they do, though I haven’t tried that yet. Paul Newman doesn’t even have to be in a film to be awesome, I love the bit in Romeo is Bleeding when Juliet Lewis is talking about Paul Newman and she says ‘he was the prettiest thing that ever lived’ and it doesn’t show it but you know she’s going to die soon, that to me will always be a Paul Newman film.