I don’t have a title for this (Be the best shaman you can be)

The last few weeks in my life have been uneven, and it’s been projected onto my entries here. As a result the content has been slightly off, uncalibrated, passionate but still vague, and without focus. I feel like I’m skirting the issue, the bigger picture, and yet it’s hidden in fog, invisible. All the last… Read More I don’t have a title for this (Be the best shaman you can be)

That fleeting sweetness, at times, paradoxically, only felt on the front-line

The last few entries have a similar theme. That of a suggestion that the victories in fiction, albeit film or literature, are sweeter if coming from places of great grief and tragedy. I don’t think this is an exact genre, more a theme, and one that I can certainly relate to: inspiring storytelling. It’s not… Read More That fleeting sweetness, at times, paradoxically, only felt on the front-line

One man’s misunderstanding, or a shortcut to empowerment in a world that needs visceral damage to understand worth?

Apologies for the bonkers title. It relates to something I read in the papers last week. Zach Snyder has drawn the fire of some who see his inclusion in the forthcoming Wonder Woman movie as a controversial indication that the movie might be less than what many hope for, and more a simple masculine fuelled… Read More One man’s misunderstanding, or a shortcut to empowerment in a world that needs visceral damage to understand worth?

Roald Dahl novels and eighties cartoons and the comforting bump of the dark

It’s a fine line between sweet and saccharin. The former is a base expression; friendship, romance, acceptance, family, the latter can be forced laughter, weak punchlines, one-dimensional characters and way too much schmaltz. This can make audiences giggle, if only for their inanity, but it stops at the point of achieving classic status as comedy… Read More Roald Dahl novels and eighties cartoons and the comforting bump of the dark