It is very often the case that our great artists have a wonderful talent but have a personality that has been damaged in childhood. We all carry scars from our childhood and Mr Turner is no exception. Timothy Spall gives a wonderful acting performance of Mr Turner the complex character. It is often uncomfortable to watch.
However one of other best features of the film Mike Leigh faithfully reproduces Turner's most famous paintings on the big screen. Those of us that know Tate Britain may find this delightful.
The love story, too, is complex and Victorian ill health and living conditions are responsible for Mr Turner choosing a woman for her best qualities that of her spotless cleaning and caring nature, and indeed good health.
Well worth watching.
Sunday, 23 November 2014
Tuesday, 8 July 2014
The Music
It was the wrong piece of music!
It was meant to remind me
Of what had gone before.
My feelings still sore.
Instead the music,
was soothingly melodic.
It lifted my spirits,
It calmed my mind and.
I realised I had been blind.
No one had been unkind!
The trick of the stereo,
The wrong number displayed,
Had subtlety changed
The oeuvre of my day.
And I will forget
and change the set of my brow
Feelings will mend,
Light is with a friend
and peace will grow.
Monday, 9 June 2014
Around the Bend
Around the bend
She was not a walker, actually she felt a little afraid to walk alone but this was a new challenge;she had researched the route and half an hour on her new fitness regime didn't seem too unmanageable.
It was a warm but not too warm day. She had nher nerves under control when she set off. Well prepared with back pack , water, fruit. she set forth. Soon she began noticing things, a beautiful wild flower, the sun on the hills and reflections in puddles after thenight's rain, the quiet, only birds singing and her own breathing. She could have been the only person in the world, so lost in the experience was she..
Then she noticed the bend in theroad, the overhanging branches of the trees seemed like a tiumphal arch and a fitting end to her walk. Her imaginationm then took over. Perhaps arounf the bend wa a mugger laying in wait or a ferotious dof let loose, a speeding car, or a dangerous drop or hazard.
She got nearer and nearer, ther was a mixture of excitement and fear, plus a kind of curiosity. She lingered taking in the vista of the arch of trees, surely it signified something pleasant around the bend.
She needed courage, courage to face what or who was around that bend, She took her time drinking in the present, and the experience of what was now.
Ahead a she approached was green, the beautiful irridescent green of a country field and in the field a beautiful white hore. He was by the gate looking at strangers passing by, occasionally he nibbled the grass or shook his mane. She offered him an apple. His liquid eyes, emplored her to trust, and as his soft warm lips bewhiskered lightly touched the palm of her hand, the heat of his breat breathed into her a friendship.
It was a passing encounter and a connection to nature. On her rerurn, she felt that she had achieved something special. To be connected to th natural world was for her and extension of her connection to God. Perhaps one day the fear and anxiety of the unknown would disappear and she would step lightly on this world seeing that of God in everything.
She was not a walker, actually she felt a little afraid to walk alone but this was a new challenge;she had researched the route and half an hour on her new fitness regime didn't seem too unmanageable.
It was a warm but not too warm day. She had nher nerves under control when she set off. Well prepared with back pack , water, fruit. she set forth. Soon she began noticing things, a beautiful wild flower, the sun on the hills and reflections in puddles after thenight's rain, the quiet, only birds singing and her own breathing. She could have been the only person in the world, so lost in the experience was she..
Then she noticed the bend in theroad, the overhanging branches of the trees seemed like a tiumphal arch and a fitting end to her walk. Her imaginationm then took over. Perhaps arounf the bend wa a mugger laying in wait or a ferotious dof let loose, a speeding car, or a dangerous drop or hazard.
She got nearer and nearer, ther was a mixture of excitement and fear, plus a kind of curiosity. She lingered taking in the vista of the arch of trees, surely it signified something pleasant around the bend.
She needed courage, courage to face what or who was around that bend, She took her time drinking in the present, and the experience of what was now.
Ahead a she approached was green, the beautiful irridescent green of a country field and in the field a beautiful white hore. He was by the gate looking at strangers passing by, occasionally he nibbled the grass or shook his mane. She offered him an apple. His liquid eyes, emplored her to trust, and as his soft warm lips bewhiskered lightly touched the palm of her hand, the heat of his breat breathed into her a friendship.
It was a passing encounter and a connection to nature. On her rerurn, she felt that she had achieved something special. To be connected to th natural world was for her and extension of her connection to God. Perhaps one day the fear and anxiety of the unknown would disappear and she would step lightly on this world seeing that of God in everything.
Sunday, 18 May 2014
Review of Ruggies
I purchased this item and it is enough for two rugs. However I only needed it for one.
They are probably not only useless but dangerous. I bought them because I had broken my ankle to help keep the rug down flat, instead the corners have curled making the rug even more dangerous to negotiate. I would recommend that you do not buy this product.
They are probably not only useless but dangerous. I bought them because I had broken my ankle to help keep the rug down flat, instead the corners have curled making the rug even more dangerous to negotiate. I would recommend that you do not buy this product.
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
Review of Romance Times Two
The Picture Postcard my first novella,is also about a girl who finds the Quaker Meetings helpful and this begins a journey of self discovery.
The Autumn Tree is about the mature woman finding new directions.
An excellent read for those who like romantic fiction.
For other books by this author www.zoeainsworthgriggbooks.com
Thursday, 3 April 2014
Review - Frozen
This film from the Walt Disney stable is destined to become a classic for many years. Loosely based on the fairy tale of The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Anderson, I am sure he would have been delighted. The graphics are wonderful and best viewed on the big screen but the animations will delight everyone. The twist in the ending, would gain approval from Carl Jung and 1960's feminists alike. A thoroughly deserved box office success.
five stars - thoroughly recommended
Brought to you from - Planet Somerset
www.zoeainsworthgriggbooks.com
five stars - thoroughly recommended
Brought to you from - Planet Somerset
www.zoeainsworthgriggbooks.com
Tuesday, 1 April 2014
Review of The Grand Budapest Hotel
Review - The Grand Budapest Hotel
This Hollywood Farce is in the true Carry On tradition. The blue humour would be shocking if it were not so funny. The accents of the cast are equally humourous. Pastiches of James Bond Movies and The Great Escape add to the hilarity of the film. The visual art jokes that run through the film are beyond words. From the blue screen snow shots to the Beardsley print, feast your eyes on visual humour on a Hollywood scale. Costumes,cardboard sets; artificiality is the name of the game; failure to recognise it and the joke is on us. Structurally Ralph Finnes was a tour de force. Enjoy this film on many levels. Worth a second viewing, if not more.
five stars
Brought to you from - Planet Somerset.
www.zoeainsworthgriggbooks,.com
This Hollywood Farce is in the true Carry On tradition. The blue humour would be shocking if it were not so funny. The accents of the cast are equally humourous. Pastiches of James Bond Movies and The Great Escape add to the hilarity of the film. The visual art jokes that run through the film are beyond words. From the blue screen snow shots to the Beardsley print, feast your eyes on visual humour on a Hollywood scale. Costumes,cardboard sets; artificiality is the name of the game; failure to recognise it and the joke is on us. Structurally Ralph Finnes was a tour de force. Enjoy this film on many levels. Worth a second viewing, if not more.
five stars
Brought to you from - Planet Somerset.
www.zoeainsworthgriggbooks,.com
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
Quaker Grey
The grey dawn emerged
as a background to the day,
she put on her grey dress
and white bonnet.
The grey goose in the yard
was silent and her
grey sleek beautiful cat
silently approached.
Her hair was grey too
and her grey shoes
Serviceable.
But she was not grey.
Unpretentious, calm, growing older
in peace, she was nonjudgmental,
unassuming, thoughtful.
When the battle came,
the grey uniforms, stained red and then brown,
she was a strong, unobtrusive shadow,
passing with strips of torn cotton
for bandages and bandages of words
of comfort to bind the wounds.
Her colours were but
nuances of resilience
in the face of tragedy.
as a background to the day,
she put on her grey dress
and white bonnet.
The grey goose in the yard
was silent and her
grey sleek beautiful cat
silently approached.
Her hair was grey too
and her grey shoes
Serviceable.
But she was not grey.
Unpretentious, calm, growing older
in peace, she was nonjudgmental,
unassuming, thoughtful.
When the battle came,
the grey uniforms, stained red and then brown,
she was a strong, unobtrusive shadow,
passing with strips of torn cotton
for bandages and bandages of words
of comfort to bind the wounds.
Her colours were but
nuances of resilience
in the face of tragedy.
Tuesday, 4 March 2014
The Old Piano
There is a space in the room
unfilled by music and
an instrument , an investment
waiting to bloom.
The classes would be
a chore for the present
an investment resented.
The hours of practice
instead of kicking a ball
Made to study
large keys for fingers so small
And now the old piano
stood patiently waiting
and he had finished hating
Music now was his core
His parents now dead
perhaps his kindred
might learn and be fed.
An instead of resentment
He mourned.
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unfilled by music and
an instrument , an investment
waiting to bloom.
The classes would be
a chore for the present
an investment resented.
The hours of practice
instead of kicking a ball
Made to study
large keys for fingers so small
And now the old piano
stood patiently waiting
and he had finished hating
Music now was his core
His parents now dead
perhaps his kindred
might learn and be fed.
An instead of resentment
He mourned.
If you like this poem please make a small donation to
www.purplefieldproductions.com
Happiness
Happiness
Happiness is toasting scones upon a rainy day
Or missing someone very much when they have gone away
Happiness is sitting when the children are in bed
Or butter, thick, upon a slice of fresh and crusty bread.
Happiness is walking through a field of new laid snow
Or just thinking, " Well, I'm me" and being happy so
Happiness is beiong glad and having lots to do
And loving someone very much and knowing they love you
Happiness is coming home to have a cup of tea
And seeing children's eye light up, and bathing someone's knee.
Happiness is listening while little children sing
Happiness,Oh Happiness is such a quiet thing
Its living and its having power to strive
It isn't just existing - it's knowing you're alive.
Pat Morris
If you like this poem please make a small donation to
The Taunton Meeting Renewal fund at
www.westsomersetquakers.org.uk
Happiness is toasting scones upon a rainy day
Or missing someone very much when they have gone away
Happiness is sitting when the children are in bed
Or butter, thick, upon a slice of fresh and crusty bread.
Happiness is walking through a field of new laid snow
Or just thinking, " Well, I'm me" and being happy so
Happiness is beiong glad and having lots to do
And loving someone very much and knowing they love you
Happiness is coming home to have a cup of tea
And seeing children's eye light up, and bathing someone's knee.
Happiness is listening while little children sing
Happiness,Oh Happiness is such a quiet thing
Its living and its having power to strive
It isn't just existing - it's knowing you're alive.
Pat Morris
If you like this poem please make a small donation to
The Taunton Meeting Renewal fund at
www.westsomersetquakers.org.uk
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