1. Music.
Easily the most enjoyable medium to experience, and that's all there is to it.
2. Writing.
Dead words that occasionally elicit pleasure. The Human Condition™ doesn't bear scrutiny, however, so most of it is rubbish. At least with a song you have a tune to fall back on.
3. Film.
In the hands of such a lot fools trying to anathematise the way that you feel, but has produced a handful of pleasant distractions.
4. Art.
Still dead, but if you avoid the galleries you may find something that's worth a look.
5. Theatre.
Yeah right.
With life-affirming love and affection,
Hugh
Duck, Duck, Cockatiel
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The move is officially complete, though I'm still living with a few islands
of stuff—the main one located in what agents like to call the "meals area".
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7 years ago
3 comments:
Dead words! Dead words! Give them a life! You are very harsh with writing MrH/H, I sense dissatisfaction here...
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Firstly, glad to hear from you, and secondly, yes, I suppose I am dissatisfied. Like film before it, I have grown disillusioned with the medium, and it's mostly through the fault of my own fingers. Not that I have fully scaled it yet, but thank you very much for mentioning Tristram Shandy. That's the sort of stuff that really inspires me. Hurray for pre-post-modernism! Or should I say proto-post-modernism? Well, I probably shouldn't say anything and instead let the pigeons off their leashes.
Anyway, some styles of intellectual writing have suffocated me second hand. And by that I mean I've avoided them with not much cause. So basically I'm holding out until I grow to hate music too. Hopefully that won't happen.
Cheerio.
That's what lyric sheets are for.
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