Nature’s War Symphony

To commemorate 100 years since the end of the first world war, I wrote a poem.

 

Rivers of fog encapsulate me 

their tendrils leap and swirl all around, 

revelling in the freedom that I give 

from the soft sway of my leaves, 

dancing in my autumnal breeze 

to my meadows of wheat 

who to my song succumb 

and they too dance under my summer sun, 

the air is lively, full with sweet content 

 

I sing a cacophony of elation 

for those who wish to hear 

but many are in haste, so instead I listen 

I hear a prayer for an infant born 

a euphoric song from a lark at dawn 

I hear their arrangements of woe 

and for the destruction that is to flow 

they scheme to come with their instruments 

and their irate, havoc craving temperaments 

Instruments of death, 

that make promise for a better time to come 

so, for now their machine guns thrum 

all under my setting sun 

 

Darkness has crept from corners 

shrouding many mourners, 

with fleeing birds 

the hope of men drains away 

they long for the day, 

when my sun will come out of her hiding place 

but wish in strife they may, 

for they are filled, drowning in lead 

lying in a field of craters 

surrounded by the dead 

 

They’ve stained me red with their own, 

but now I fight back 

with a strength they lack, 

and my roots that they have ripped 

my wings they have clipped, 

they tunnel my land 

and I give to them with my own hand, 

A field full of poppies red. 

 

Countless widowed wives 

walk under my sun 

their beloved lies in foreign lands 

shot down by enemy hands, 

marked on their grave 

the name his mother gave 

and with it, 

Requiescat in pace. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Etre et Avoir

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Have you heard of Ralph Wando Emerson? Never before have I heard this some what old fashioned name, neither had I ever heard the name Jojo before this film, but whenever I now hear it, a smile reigns over my face. But back to Ralph, after some searching I found that he is widely recognized as the founding father of the transcendentalist movement, and I’d like to finish my unrelated preamble with a quote by him that too brought a smile to my lips.

“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience”

I think this quote sums up my whole feeling of this film. There’s a sort of tranquility that radiates from this film, perhaps it’s the secluded farmland landscape, or perhaps the restful environment of the class room. I don’t think I could ever be as ‘placide’ as the teacher. 

To be quite frank I was not looking looking forward to viewing this film, my arms were not wide with love and my heart was most certainly closed, and not overflowing with joy at the prospect of watching this film. Although, I must say as the film continued, I found myself smiling, empathising, and even laughing till my sides hurt at some of the characters. 

I often find it awkward describing something as ‘beautiful’ but in this scenario I feel no shame in saying that I think this is a beautiful story about children growing up and learning to live along side each other. 6/10

Runaway Jury

Image result for runaway jury pictures of the jury

I don’t like to question things, which is probably not  a good quality. I like good and bad, black and white. This is something this film lacks, as at first it’s hard to tell who is good, who’s bad. But as the film goes on it becomes evident whose the goodie and whose the big baddie. However, there are two people who are in the middle all the way through, and the viewer is unsure whether to support them, or view them as helping the baddies, thus meaning they too are bad. There’s that phrase ‘innocent until proven guilty’. I think we as human beings, hope for the best in people, not because we are particularly trusting or anything, I think it’s just because we take the easy option, I mean who doesn’t want a nice easy life with paying the bill being at the top of your list of things to worry about?

I also love the way this film is put together, it’s got so much going into it, and when the plot is revealed at the end, then you get to really see how awesome and creative this film is. I think it’d be great fun to be  a part of this film, purely just for the fact that seeing this plot evolve, and really come to life would be amazing to see. Also, who wouldn’t love to be part of making a film?

I usually prefer the sort of films with loads of action, explosions, the sort of film that you can just switch your brain off, sit back and just sit there for an hour and a half of your life, coming out of it feeling sick because you just ate a whole 450g chocolate bar without realizing. But recently I’m starting veer off towards engaging my brain a but more with a film. Like in this one. Of course still with the larger than life chocolate bar, but I actually quite like coming away form a film and having to think, and talk to others about it. Which is something I definitely did with Runaway Jury. Seven and a half out of ten.

 

Dark City

Rufus Sewell in Dark City (1998)

What makes us human is not to be found in our heads, our brains and our minds.

Made in the nineties, which just goes to show how that is the best era ever. It may be a little dated, and not quite up to our high standard 21st century eyes, but nonetheless a corker of a film.

When I first sat down in my straight back chair, which my strange unsweetened chocolate, and heard the wurr of the projector starting up I had no inkling as to what the film was about, and its got to be said, this film is not kind on someone who likes facts and reality. I feel like this film is a cross between the Matrix, with it’s ‘why are we here’ type questions with no answers, and Doctor Strange, but only for the fact that they bot have some awesome building twisty things going on, words have failed me, but if you’ve watched either of the films, you’ll know what I mean.

I’ve just got to say that I didn’t know who the bad guys were, which seems a bit dumb now, as the bad ones where all wearing long black clothes, had gaunt faces, and were changing peoples minds, just because they could. which now i see is quite obvious, but at the time, Kiefer Sutherland was doing such a good job of being creepy, and just not quite right in the head, I thought he was the big bad. Ah well, looks are deceptive.

There’s a particular scene that’s stuck with me the most, it’s not particularly gory, mind blowing, or insightful, but I just though it was really interesting. It’s the scene where a man and his wife are sitting across from each other, both shabbily dressed, in a dreary, damp looking house, and then the clock strikes 12, everyone freezes, the creepy bald men come in and change everything, and I mean everything. The floor, ceiling, walls, clothes, room sizes, minds. Then poof they wake up and are talking about something completely different, and they’re well to do rich couple. I just thought that was fascinating, a bit like Adjustment Bureau, stopping things, changing lives, you know, the normal everyday stuff.

I seem to be referring to lots of other films in this blog, perhaps that’s because so many other films are like this one, taking bits, swapping and changing. Or perhaps I’m reading into that too much, and it’s just a coincidence that I’m referencing to other films, or maybe I’ve been programmed to do this, my mind altered… Seven out of ten.

Looper

Bruce Willis and Joseph Gordon-Levitt in Looper (2012)

To sum up Looper is like a chihuahua dressed up as a zebra, it’s confusing and makes you wonder about some peoples minds – not in a good way.

One sentence in and I’m already being negative, I guess it’s just in my nature. I’m going to point out that despite any negative vibes you might be sensing, I actually think this is a good film. The negative tone might be due to the fact that I am currently sitting next to someone whose making a cacophony of noise, it’s like their mouth is having a party for one and the music is the inconsistent thrum of their teeth crashing together, they’re only eating cheese on toast. Anyway I’ve gone off track.

If this film was a person I’d hate them, always changing, upbeat, everyone likes them, clever and witty. Just the sort of person I’d love to hate, however this is a film, not a person and all of these qualities are perfect for a film. You could put Looper under so many different categories, and they’d all be feasible. Oh god, we’re onto round two of the cheesy party.

If this film was real then I wouldn’t like to live in it, and I certainly wouldn’t go back to the past where I know a younger me is waiting to blow a hole through my stomach, only crazy people do that. I feel like you have to be pretty out there if you want a film to do well, because people watch films to escape, or because they’re lazy and have nothing better to do. Sorry about the negativity, its just they’ve got onto the crust, and its craazy crunchy, and yes I did mean to spell crazy with two a’s, because it’s driving me insane.

I guess there’s a few things about this film that don’t quite make sense. Like why is Joe wearing orange foundation in one scene, why are there so many close ups of peoples faces, and if it’s impossible to kill people in the future, then why is Bruce Willis’ wife killed? But I’m not going to delve into that, because I don’t want to taint the way I think about this film. So as I’ve run out of things to say, I’ll stop here. 7.5/10.

The Game.

Michael Douglas in The Game (1997)

The following is a bunch of words to myself and whomever else may care about what I thought of a film made in 1997, a year where Mother Teresa died, Princess Diana died and the UN gave the world the enlightening news that 18 million people a year die of hunger and undernourishment.

If it was a day where the sun decided to come out from her hiding place behind the clouds, then perhaps this blog would be a little more positive but, as this is a seldom occurrence, this blog will undoubtedly have a negative tint to it.

I’m just going to go ahead and say it, I didn’t like this film. I don’t think I could say why exactly, no that’s a lie, I know why I don’t like it. I don’t understand it. How is it a nice birthday present to take someones money away from them, infiltrate their house so they don’t feel safe even in their own home, put them in a car, and then drive that car into a river, then drug them and leave them for dead in an unknown country, and then to top it off make them believe that they’ve killed their own brother, which then drives them to throw themselves off a building. But obviously none of that matters, right? Because what a great party at the end. I understand that he was a loner before the gift, but really, I’d prefer to be a loner than someone who is is scared to trust anyone anymore because my brother gave me a present that involved me almost dying twice and messed with my brain, and scared me so much that I’d just want to kill myself.

To sum up, I feel like this film is like tofu. A bit weird, and better the second time round. 7/10

Final Destination.

 

Devon Sawa, Ali Larter, Seann William Scott, Kerr Smith, Kristen Cloke, Amanda Detmer, and Chad Donella in Final Destination (2000)

“When I was five years old my mother always told me happiness was the key to life. When I went to school they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, I told them they didn’t understand life.” – John Lennon

I thought that was quite a nice, happy quote to start off with, seeming that this post is going to be rather miserable, and death orientated.

We, as humans are obsessed with life, we want to know when we’re going die, how to stay alive for longer, how to appear younger. I think this fascination of life is reflected in the films that we watch. Whether they’re about someone skipping through the fields of life, wrapped up in a blanked of happiness where the birds sing and dappled sunlight filters through the trees, which sway gently in the summer breeze. Or about being on the run from your own shadow, trusting no one, hiding your face from the world, a world where corruption and violence thrive, and the only joy you have is the memory of better times, or of the time to come when there will be silence, peace at last.

I loved the idea that was raised in this film, that death has a design, that everyone has a set path. In the film one of the characters somehow sees death’s design, and changes their death, and after that they’re just on the run, from death. Which I think is a great concept, because everyone wants to know when they’re going to die, and these kids do, they know that they’re going to die that day, and if it’s not today, then it’s the day after. When I was watching this I was wondering why they don’t just go out and spend all their money, be spontaneous, go crazy and do what they like, because they know they’re going to die, so why not? But then when I think about it, they’re probably just too scared to do anything, and I think that’s worse than death, the fact that you know your going to die, and all you can do is gaffa tape all of the sharp objects in the house, and eat tinned food with gloves on.

You can just tell that the various deaths have been planned out very carefully, some are sudden, one minute the persons there and the next their decapitated body is lying inert on the ground. Or some are longer, more drawn out, like the teacher’s, I won’t go into detail about what happens, but you can just tell that one took some time and first class acting to bring it to life (pun not intended). Eight out of ten.