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sobota, 23 maja 2015

EACH PEACH PEAR PLUM





              

             

                                            
   
             



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sobota, 21 września 2013

CARRINGTON



Lytton: They'll be bringing in conscription in a matter of weeks. We'll all be dragged in front of some appaling tribunal.
Woman: You'll have to be conscientious objectors.
L.: I'd rather go to prison, or down the mines. It'd be warmer. You'd meet a much nicer class of person, I'm sure.
Clive: Ottoline says she'll be able to helps.
L.: There must be compensation for having friends in high places.
Carrington: Don't you like Ottoline?
L.: I'm devoted to Ottoline. She's like the Eiffel Tower: she's very silly, but she affords excellent views. Will knitting scarves for the troops be classified as essential war work? [ He's literary knitting!!!! - M.P.] I'm so busy nowadays. I've been learning German as well. It's most disagreeable language.
C.: Then why learn it?
L.: Well, me dear, I mean, suppose they win.
(champagne cork pops)
L.: Oh! Ye gods. Can you imagine what war must be like?

(Movie by Christopher Hampton, Great Britain, 1995)






poniedziałek, 1 lipca 2013

WIND FROM THE SEA


Central to the appeal of knitting
is that it wakes like
meditation.
Everything becomes quiet,
still and peaceful,
and all the turmoil of life
seems to succumb
to the silent rhythm of the
needles and orderly
progression of the stitches.

From The Principles of Knitting by June Hemmons Hiatt




środa, 19 czerwca 2013

LIGHTHOUSE



For now she need not think about anybody.
She could be herself, and that was what now, she often
felt the need of - to think; well not even to think.
To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing,
expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated...
Although she continued to knit, and sat upright, it was
thus that she felt herself; and this self having
shed its attachments was free for the strangers adventures.

From To The Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf, 1927




In Virginia Woolf's Monk's House in Rodmell