Monday, 19 March 2007

How Hurt We Heal

Come stitch up your tattered heart
With thousands of tiny razor cuts
Look how bright the welling blood
Keep it wet or it'll cake like mud
Feel how strong each shuddering beat
Slippery and slick with heaving heat
Hear how fleeting your fancy tune
How soon it'll all come to ruin
Taste the tears that fed your flesh
My embrace like a slithering sash
Savour your last breath of swine
And now, let mine be thine.


wingsofdeath

Wednesday, 10 January 2007

Sweet

The memory of me -
just a fleeting sweetness
fled from your fondness
so swiftly one wonders
it may never have been

Nectar
nestled in the nexus of ixora
hidden in the stalk till awakened
to the perfection of conception

Unseen by the roving eye
untouched by the careless hand
undone by the impatient mind

Such a brief drop
disappearing on the tongue
lost in the lakes of lucid longing
the mind grasps naught but the absence

So beauteous to behold
so impossible to hold
so brief the taste
so desperate the chase
for a tantalising glimpse
of what may never have been.

wingsofdeath

Saturday, 6 January 2007

2007

Wishing a wonderful waif
A better and brighter life
A kind and kindred soul
That might have made me whole
May your years be blessed with bliss
And the stuff of merry memories.

wingsofdeath

A Little Bit of Beauty Beneath ***

It wasn't terrible and to call it pedestrian would slight it, but just slightly. The Painted Veil tells a decent story, and how it tells it can be viewed two ways. Some may find it ineffective emotionally since it is supposed to be a romantic and morally uplifting story but few Kleenexs were in evidence, yet others may find its subtle play on the viewers mood appealing. This it achieves through the Golden Globe nominated score which is a delightful accompaniment to the under-appreciated spectacle of the rural Chinese landscape that is lush with flowing rivers, tranquil mountains, picturesque villages and rife with disease, discontent and social malaise.

Both Edward Norton and Naomi Watts extend their credibility in their roles, even though their British accents can't fool even a non-Brit like myself, but their emotionally-measured performances were perfectly in sync with the feel of the film - wrought with an underlying tension that never really threatens too much but you know it's there. The only real problem I had with the film was the editing. The narrative seemed fractured in certain parts and I simply could not understand why a French song woud make it into the soundtrack and grace the burial scene, but perhaps I'm just being an ignoramus.

It's definitely more interesting than a documentary or a visit to the museum, but for those looking for thrills or romance, they can do better. There is beauty behind this veil, but it's probably not the kind they're looking for.