Thursday, May 08, 2014

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Since giving up Facebook back in February it occurred to me the thing I miss most about it is the ability to communicate things I happen across that move me or inspire me. Pictures, photographs, things I see on my day to day journey, conversation pieces I overhear (always a delight especially when heard out of context), scenes from films that come to mind. And today I thought, well, given I have this space to communicate and express myself, who says all of it as to be 1200 worded blog posts? Certainly I can talk and write for England, that is true, but sometimes just an image, a thought, or a poem is in and of itself valuable. So here, today, a contribution in this spirit. One of my favourite if not my favourite poem, by E.E. Cummings entitled 'Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond.' Those who know me and know his work, will also know this features in a much loved (by me) film  'Hannah and Her Sisters' (1986) by Woody Allen.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

E.E. Cummings


With thanks to goodreads.com

Tuesday, May 06, 2014

Double exposure

This weekend we saw a man cycling on the high street and his penis was hanging out of his cycling shorts - kind of wedged between his leg and the seat. That sort of thing catches you off guard no matter how open minded you are. I suppose a penis on a Bank Holiday Monday morning seen out of context does that to a person. I wanted to chase him down and tell him, because I would have been mortified if it was me (if I had a penis that is) and I'd want someone to tell me. My husband blushed and said he wouldn't.  We discussed the structure of cycling shorts and I said: "But wouldn't he notice? I mean, doesn't he feel it against his leg and exposed to the fresh air? Hmmm maybe men always feel it against their leg even inside of their shorts, so maybe not." My husband smiled awkwardly as I mused about the ins and (in this case) outs of inadvertent penis exposure and turned a deeper shade of red. But I still maintain if I was on the path and not in the car, I would have told him, whereas my husband would not. I'm beginning to wonder if this is a man thing? Two weeks ago I was at my osteopath and when I got home I saw that my mascara had run under my eyes to such an extent that I resembled a panda. My osteopath,  a man called Matt, had said nothing. I'm not talking a few flakes or a smudge, but serious amounts of black stuff under my eyes. The following week when checking my eyes before leaving I mentioned it and he said he genuinely hadn't noticed.

Would you tell a stranger (not a flasher but someone who had accidentally exposed himself) his penis was hanging out? This might be a good post dinner conversation starter in more or less similar territory to the ever controversial question: If you saw your friend's husband or wife in a passionate embrace or more with someone other than their husband or wife, would you say something?

This is always a very tricky question and the responses are as varied as the people you ask it to. The most common response is: If it was me I would want to know, but I'm not sure I could be the messenger that prompts the ending a marriage/relationship. Years ago I was in this position and had to deliver news to someone very close to me about their partner who was, as it turned out, a serial cheat. I approached him first telling him I knew and offered him the opportunity to tell his fiancé first. He sneered and said: "I guess not." And before you think I am just some meddling cow, please know I took this business extremely seriously and had absolute evidence before doing anything. And his response, non denial, absolutely zero visible contrition of any kind, not to mention the cocky response, all helped me feel my decision to tell my friend was right.  And so I was the bearer of bad news, which ended their engagement and she moved out of their shared apartment. Later it transpired that there were quite a few women and a lot of his life was fictionalised. My friend, now happily married to a lovely man, assures me it was the right decision. But I imagine this instance was an exception and it can be a lot more complicated in other cases especially where there are also children involved.  Also one only has to watch shows like Jerry Springer to see that sometimes the messenger quite literally gets shot, or at the very least beaten up. Actually, scrap that, I don't advise watching Jerry Springer.

Recently I had a taxi driver, a gregarious older man in his late 60s, who told me that he works from 12pm to 3am every day, but not on the weekends. I asked him what business he gets in the early hours of the morning during the week, apart from say prostitutes? (I joked). "Er, yes, I have a few of those," he replied matter of factly. "And people travelling to the airport. But the prostitutes are not a problem actually, it's the young girls who fall out of the clubs in the early hours. They've spent all their money and are quite drunk. So they offer me sexual favours in return for a ride home. And I think to myself, this is someones daughter. I mean, I have a daughter and a granddaughter. It's tragic." 

And then I took a moment to shudder and pray to god that my daughter would never be in that position and promised myself to get her a safe and professional taxi company account so she could always find a ride if her father or I were not able to collect her that is, regardless of the late hour. Please note this is at the very least 10 years away - but why put off neurotically worrying about something in the future that you can lose sleep over today right?  And of course I made a mental note to lecture her endlessly about the dangerous of excessive drinking. Oh bloody hell. Like a friend of mine says: "Now your children are little and they are in and out of bed and asking for one more bedtime story or a drink of water, and you are tired and increasingly annoyed. Well enjoy it. At least you know where they are and that they are safe. When they start going out alone with their friends, and you are lying awake in bed at night unable to sleep before they get home, now that's tough." And when I hear this taxi driver talking I think how right she is.

Monday, May 05, 2014

Unexpected celebrity dance sequences

Say what you like about Tom Cruise and his off the wall couch jumping Scientology stuff, seeing him dancing as the megalomaniac producer Les Grossman in Tropic Thunder made me fall in love with him all over again. And I loved his performance. Then this evening my husband and I were discussing Tom Yorke (my husband is an enormous Radiohead fan) and he showed me a Youtube clip of Yorke dancing. Which prompted this post of clips of celebrities dancing in kind of unexpected contexts. Yorke was actually dancing in his music video but it's so beautifully quirky I thought I'd include it. Watching these performances kind of inspires you to want to forget what other people think and just be yourself more.  If you can think of any more clips of this kind please leave details in the comments and I'll include them. Thanks

(Warning: Some of the lyrics are explicit)





Tom Cruise in the closing credits of 'Tropic Thunder' - dancing to Get Back by Ludacris




Tom cruise (again) in 'Tropic Thunder' dancing to Low by Flo Rida


John Malkovich in 'Being John Malkovich' doing the 'Dance of Despair and Disillusionment'


Christopher Walken in Fat Boy Slim's video 'Weapon of Choice'





Tom Yorke in Radiohead video Lotus Flower