Saturday, July 03, 2010

Saturday 3rd July

~  Some friends hand us on their copies of The Economist.  By the time we get to read them they are often no longer relevant, and they often become onerous clutter.  But I always try to look at the reviews in the back, which sometimes yield some surprising treasures.  I find one of Derek Walcott's latest, and perhaps last, book White Egrets.  The review begins

'Modern  poetry seems all too often to be associated with coy, small-minded ironists; teasing, finicky word players who often write in disappointingly short lines and seem to lack the ambition, the emotional force, the rhetorical reach, and even the range of subject matter of great poets of the past. Where to go these days to find the real thing?'

which caught my eye.  I know next to nothing about Walcott or his work, except something about his reputation getting into trouble last year, but the more I read of and about this book, the more I like the sound of it, so I order it from Amazon.  I like having a book in the post to look forward to.

(The link is to an interesting-looking website on Caribbean arts and culture, and contains the Economist review and others.)


~  Argentina v Germany.  I down tools from scraping paint at 4 pm and give it my full attention.  So glad I did.  Tom's deaf-people's subtitles are at the top of the screen instead of the bottom, and have the added bonus of covering up Maradona's face most of the time, but happily they fail to do so after the second German goal.  Some interesting language: an Argentinian is 'swallowed up and dispossessed', and then there are Gary Lineker's puns, which are truly cringeworthy and therefore right up my street.  Of the psychic German octopus (oh go and Google it yourself if you don't know...), he says 'Anyone who followed his tips would be squids in!'.



~ Redcurrants.

5 comments:

Dale said...

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Barrett Bonden said...

You're being profligate with your raw material (or possibly recognising, which I haven't yet, that the Coupe du Monde will eventually come to an end.) Scritching paint - it's soul-destroying. How do you rise above it, other than breaking off for telly? What are your preferred tools? Once, intoxicated with Nitromors, I crashed my super-duper Audi coupé into a lamppost while reversing. Charm me as you did with the definitive essay on grouting that ended up pure Addison or was it Steel? I am your perfect audience, totally detached, dispassionate, for I will never pick up a paint-scraper again and the exterior of Chez Bonden was painted by someone else while we were in the Languedoc. Our lives are now devoted to pleasures of the intellect, notably a boxed set of "House" with interstitial incursions into a quintuple boxed set of "Curb your enthusiasm". Mrs BB says that she too will not forget Thomas Cromwell.

Fire Bird said...

White Egrets is great I think. Enjoy...

Working hard to get used to this new football watching you...

Lucy said...

Thanks U3.

BB - It's the outside of the window frames, and I am only taking it back a bit with a very nice soft old scraping knife and some glasspaper. Nitromors is a bit evil. The paint is extra tough for particularly intemperate conditions, said to withstand salt winds and desert sun and who knows what. Very slow-drying and fumy, so after a morning of it, our Sunday lunchtime sherry-substitute (white Port) made us more than usually silly.

FB - glad you can recommend it. It's really only the World Cup I watch, and then only some matches, I like the German team and the way they play very much, and find Maradona so especially loathsome that it was easy to become involved with this one!

Rouchswalwe said...

Paul the oracle Octopus is what they have dubbed him here. I vowed never again to eat octopus sushi if indeed my boys took down the midget and his whingers. So there you have it.