Cemeteries of London and Life in General

I've always been one to linger in cemeteries, slowly strolling and reading what words and numbers remain on old tombstones. I find them moving, memorable, and mysterious.

Noticing the clusters of familial relations and relative dates of demise. The further back in time the more young ones, unnamed infants, and the like. Life may be brilliant, grand, glorious, yet also difficult and short.

Here's to the part that's within our control, and here's to the part that is not.

I like the gothic storytelling and admixture of media styles in this video: from cartoon to silent to dance numbers to the indescribable. The editing to fit Coldplay's music is uncanny imho. I'd never heard this song before I went searching for cemeteries. The music and the content are interesting together, I think. The first so enlivening; the subject matter more dire.

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Late Night Dream Drive

Playing with words when it's time for sleep.
These in particular have been rolling around in my brain a few times over the last couple of days.
Time to put them to rest.
Maybe then I can get some as well.

*~*~*~*

"A beautiful day, the drive into Pennsylvania from Jersey had been surprisingly stress-free. An open road stretched before us, maybe all the way up into the mountains if we were fortunate.

Just past the Philadelphia area we moved into steady evergreen forests and some altitude, both things I'd missed since coming east from Seattle years before. Certain impressions are printed on a person's soul; helps them find out exactly what kind of elf they are, as Tolkien might say...

Merging onto a new road many junctions later, we headed up one of the small, exhilarating inclines on a highway both more and less tame than the one passing through Philadelphia's surroundings.

The traffic began to slow then crawl at what seemed a least-likely spot that Saturday.

It was hard to see what might be causing the unexpected jam. One just proceeds with faith in these situations.

Several sudden movements caught my eye simultaneously. Along the side of the road came children, one carting a smaller other on her back, then a few more, followed by still others.

Where were they coming from? What was that look in their eyes? Were they spectators from this traffic lineup of cars, or was this their day at the beach, only running back our way in the 'wrong' direction? I made a mental note once the lineup seemed to run out of steam.

Without warning, the line-up inched onward over pebbly pavement again, slowly as a slug or sloth crawl. Pretty soon, it turned into a steady trickle of forward motion and working to keep safe from distractions: cones, then policemen waving us on.

There was a knowledge of orbit. Coming closer to the center, gravity accelerates.

To the right a jeep stood alone, present and immediate. Under its hood cackled a fully-fledged fire, something magnetic in the life of its flames so evenly spread under the hood as though smoothed by a butter knife. Billowing clouds of dirty smoke issued from the engine compartment sides, now burned clear through, perfectly invisible.

When would it go off? Here was the possibility of a roaring inferno. A vehicular supernova. There was no telling when. Hard to push away the urgency that information lent these moments of proximity.

At last I could identify the look in the deep-pooled eyes of the girl on the side of the road. She had been young, but she was the oldest of the only group to get away."

~L.E.

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Looking Forward and Behind: Insightful Interview for "I'm Not There."

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Heath Ledger talked about acting, process, fear, reinvention, creativity, and more as he discussed Todd Haynes' innovatively scripted film about Bob Dylan in France, 2007. Articulate and honest as ever... is the feeling I took away.

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Broken Bells - Vaporize

Danger Mouse again!

This time with James Mercer of the once and current Shins as Broken Bells, which is also the name of their first album together.

'Vaporize' is the second song on the album, and so far, my favorite. Love all the change-ups and the lyrics as well... a wee reminder set to song.

I'll put them here:

Vaporize Lyrics by Broken Bells
 
What amounts to a dream anymore?
A crude device; A veil on our eyes
A simple plan we'd be different from the rest
And never resign to a typical life

Common fears start to multiply
We realize we're paralyzed
Where'd it go, All that precious time?
Did we even try to stem the tide?

Why should we waste it on
Buying into the same old lies?
The longer we wait around
The faster the years go by

It's not too late
To feel a little more alive
Make an escape
Before we start to vaporize

Doubtless, we've been through this
So if you want to follow me you should know
I was lost then and I am lost now
And I doubt I'll ever know which way to go

from magmp3.com, the pic above

 

Vaporize by Broken Bells Listen on Posterous

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