Tag: love

Practical grounds for love

Monday, 23 February, 2015 0 Comments

One year, 2012, actually, “What is love?” was the most searched phrase on Google. The answer remains elusive but it’s worth pondering this exchange from Pride and Prejudice, when Lizzy Bennet is questioned by her sister Jane:

“My dearest sister, now be serious. I want to talk very seriously. Let me know every thing that I am to know, without delay. Will you tell me how long you have loved him?”

“It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when it began. But I believe I must date it from my first seeing his beautiful grounds at Pemberley.”

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The promises we make to ourselves

Wednesday, 31 December, 2014 0 Comments

As the poet Philip Larkin wrote in The Mower: “Is always the same; we should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.” As well as nurturing friendship in the coming year, we should spend more time looking at clouds. “These vast, quiet things are always to hand,” say the makers of this inspirational video.

Happy anniversary!

Friday, 31 October, 2014 0 Comments

Wedding cake


Saturday, 15 February, 2014 0 Comments

Filmmaking as choreography, filmmaking as wordplay, filmmaking as wit. For Celia Rowlson-Hall, all three hold true. Right in time for Valentine’s Day, she created this clip, which was inspired by her “teeny tiny terribles” drawings. The result is “in tents”.

What will survive of us is love

Friday, 14 February, 2014 0 Comments

Side by side, their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone,
Their proper habits vaguely shown
As jointed armour, stiffened pleat,
And that faint hint of the absurd —
The little dogs under their feet.

An Arundel Tomb by Philip Larkin (1922 — 1985)

An Arundel Tomb

Richard FitzAlan, 10th Earl of Arundel (died 1376), and his wife, Eleanor of Lancaster (died 1372) are buried, with their dogs, in a carved tomb in Chichester Cathedral. He is fully dressed in armour but the mailed glove is off his right hand, and her right hand rests upon his. Joined in marriage during their lives, they are now joined forever in death. Omnia vincit amor wrote Virgil, but the skeptical Larkin is not so sure. Still, the hand-in-hand scene moved him to end his poem with one of the great lines of modern verse: What will survive of us is love.

Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.

Running past the tree of love

Sunday, 23 December, 2012 0 Comments

“You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers — the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so […]

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Homeward bound

Sunday, 18 December, 2011 0 Comments

Homeward in the setting sun

“The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one’s appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.” Amelia Earhart