Sunday, 7 February 2010
Christopher Lee notes that he was conceived at the same time that Murnau was making “Nosferatu”. He describes “The Scars of Dracula” (the only Hammer Dracula I haven’t seen) as “truly feeble” and a quick flick through the illustrations remind me that, like his dear friend Mr Cushing, he too was in a “Star Wars” film titled “The Phantom Menace”. Closing my eyes In langourous ecstasy I enjoy this toothsome serendipity.
Letter recieved regarding sideburns and performance art
Hi Alex,
I was just watching a really bad vampire film called Vlad on Zone Horror, but I’ve turned it off now, supposedly in favour of sleep.
Been enjoying your blog, though sorry to hear you’re not well, hope you feel better soon! I’ve finally started making myself keep one, in the hope it will better enable me to string a sentence together when people ask me what I’ve been working on… thought my latest entry might appeal to your dislike of performance art: http://snailsong.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-tangling-…
While I tried to be suitably diplomatic in my blog about it, I actually found myself reminded of why I hate art sometimes! There was plenty of very dislikeable performance art there, including one extremely cringey piece involving a naked man psychoanalysing himself in a mirror. There was some stuff that was ok, but it was generally not the happiest occasion for me!
There is at least one other performance art thing i’ve agreed to take part in coming up, but that should be more fun. I hope so anyway!
Oh, I was also going to tell you, I went to a birthday party where it was obligatory to wear sideburns, as the host’s impressive sideburns are his trademark. Mine were made of card and stuck on.
Take care,
Sonya x
Miss Brown spends the morning cleaning her rooms. Below I lie in bed thinking about yesterday’s events. In Ipswich returning to unlock my bicycle, I came across a man admiring it. It is true that the Phantom takes on new life in the sunlight, it is a handsome creature. The man, in his late thirties, with a Canadian accent asked me if I would consider selling it. I replied that in all conscience I could not as I loved it too dearly. For his part he seemed to take my answer well and wished me good fortune. My companion informed me that she had observed a great number of men of varying ages looking longingly at my bicycle.
Today in my reverie, I have begun to think about the need for profit. Perhaps I shall make some brothers and sisters for the Phantom.
In the evening my companion and I went to the Town Hall Galleries to see a show by Simon Liddiment and a fabulous display of work by some of my students from Suffolk New College. I smiled with surprise upon entering the gallery as the redoubtable Mr Liddiment had produced a show of what looked like East Anglian landscapes; some snowy, some ploughed even one which appeared tinct with a ruddy evening light. Ofcourse they were no such thing, it was all very interesting. I am sorry to report that, as usual, I had soon drunk too much and was reclining on a fortuitous sofa answering questions about the intended extent of my sideburns.
