July 04, 2005
I spent this holiday celebrating a different sort of independence, reading Virginia Woolf's A Room Of One's Own. It's a beautiful treatise, executed with grace and (surprisingly, to me) prevailing wit - and yet I must admit some selfish disappointment in feeling ever so slightly shut out by it! I'd be nodding my head in agreement, marveling at her manner of reasoning, growing excited by her cause; and then I'd realize that I was looking in from the outside, and that her primary call, her overt intent, did not apply to me. That is, of course, entirely appropriate; but I did miss that very androgynous style, the mental consummation of both sexes, that she propogates within it, and which I've so grown to love in her fiction.
This is the first non-fiction of hers that I've read; I'm looking foward to perusing her volumes of letters.
Matt's second-best film, Notes From The Arctic Circle, is now online.
When I first watched it in January, my only criticism was, predictably, of the music. At some point - not soon, but soon enough - I think I might discover that I've placed my fist squarely within my own mouth.
Posted by David Lowery at July 4, 2005 11:50 PM
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In retrospect though, David, you were exactly right about, at the very least, the piece in the middle section, which doesn't fit. I do like the music otherwise, but not in the middle. One of the things I like most about Mark and Katrina Go Boating is actually it's lack of music.
Posted by: Matt at July 5, 2005 12:48 AM