Grant McGaheran
@grantmcgaheran.bsky.social
From Sheffield, in Tokyo since 2000. Books, walks, modernism, records, cats.
'Sounds were fewer and seemed to come from far away, as if Nature grudged the effort. In the heat the senses, the mind, the heart, the body, all told a different tale. One felt another person, one was another person.'
'For my money, the Italian masters could have learned a thing or two from that head. This was no catalogue Christ, insufferably ethereal. This was a wintry hardliner. Justice, yes there would be justice. But not mercy.'
Watched this the other night and was hypnotised. May I commend it to you. youtu.be/XT0VUPi4vus?...
Motel (1989) Documentary
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Healing moment between unhurried trains with milk and nice handwriting.
'Choosing a pink serpentine path, he made his way into the heart of a shrubbery. Although it was still high summer, a feeling of departed glory seemed to hang in the evening air. The gentleness of the sun on his face was telling and sad.'
'Two living voices in conversation drifted from some field. Somewhere a hen cackled with fright. Here was only interest of the graves and names, the verses, the dates, the weeds and withered wreaths, the ghastly artificial roses and lilies under globes of glass.'
Sitting on the terrace of the Dôme, drinking Pernods and talking about sanity with enormous hollows under my eyes.
Monday afternoon, grey and close. Shhhh and skweee sounds are general.
Had forgotten what an absolute belter this album is.
Une masse qui s'anime, se détache Au sens prédétermine elle s'arrache
