September 18th, 2005

Here be *dragons*, I said. Are you *deaf*?

I love my TV.

For tonight it has given me Ray Mears' Bushcraft, which I watched in tears for the most part. (I would talk about why, but we'd get into one of those discussions like we did with Robin Of Sherwood, and none of us wants that.) And then the first part of the new series of Waking The Dead, which was so good that it deserves its own post, tomorrow. And then Dead Ringers, featuring Gordon Ramsay's REAL Kitchen Nightmares - "I must carve the - oh my god! I've got mandibles!". And then, the recent-ish remake of Bedazzled. Yes, the one with Liz Hurley. Yes, the one that I don't think I've ever heard a single person say anything good about.

They're all wrong, it's so good I had to stop watching it because I missed the first fifteen minutes and now I want to buy it so I can see them. "But it's my soul! I can't give you my soul!" "What are you, James Brown?" Genius. And she's brilliant in it. I wonder what the reviewers wanted from it that they didn't get.

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    Nothing right now.
(I've tried patience)


When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your journal.

A Small Dragon

I've found a small dragon in the woodshed.
Think it must have come from deep inside a forest
because it's damp and green and leaves
are still reflecting in its eyes.

I fed it on many things, tried grass,
the roots of stars, hazel-nut and dandelion,
but it stared up at me as if to say, I need
food you can't provide.

It made a nest among the coal,
not unlike a bird's but larger.
It is out of place here
and is quite silent.

If you believed in it I would come
hurrying to your house to let you share my wonder,
but I want instead to see
if you yourself will pass this way.

Brian Patten

While letting the internet remind me of how this one goes (my book of poetry is elsewhere right now) I discovered a Garcia Lorca poem I'd not read before, which is staggering. Poetry is good.