Pseuds Corner

I can't bare newspapers. Even the better ones are filled with complete tosh and mediocrity.

again... i agree, but the fact you've said it means i don't feel the need to. this is great. *follows superprecise about for the rest of the day.

Anyone think that Made in Chelsea is as good as The Only Way is Essex?

Peter Bradshaw in The Guardian film review, covering Terrence Malick's The Tree of Life:

Terrence Malick's mad and magnificent film descends slowly, like some sort of prototypical spaceship: it's a cosmic-interior epic of vainglorious proportions, a rebuke to realism, a disavowal of irony and comedy, a meditation on memory, and a gasp of horror and awe at the mysterious inevitability of loving, and losing those we love.

snigger

http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2011/may/16/cannes-2011-the-tree-of-life-review

Peter Bradshaw in The Guardian film review, covering Mel Gibson vehicle, The Beaver:

The Beaver might have been interesting if it was boldly, defiantly, autobiographical – with Gibson holding a toy Adolf Hitler puppet. Or if it was about a stressed beaver with a Gibson puppet.

snigger

http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2011/may/17/cannes-2011-the-beaver-review-mel-gibson

Doesn't really belong in Pseud's Corner but as it's Peter Bradshaw I thought 'why not?'

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/the-running-blog/2013/feb/05/why-we-love-to-run

Racing along out on the trails, or even through the busy streets of a city, splashing through puddles, letting the rain drench us, the wind ruffle us, we begin to sense a faint recollection of that childish joy. Somewhere a primal essence stirs deep within us; this being born not to sit at a desk or read newspapers and drink coffee, but to live a wilder existence. As we run, the layers of responsibility and identity we have gathered in our lives, the father, mother, lawyer, teacher, Manchester United-supporter labels, all fall away, leaving us with the raw human being underneath. It's a rare thing, and it can be confronting. Some of us will stop, almost shocked by ourselves, by how our heart is pumping, by how our mind is racing, struggling with our attempts to leave it behind.

But if we push on, running harder, deeper into the loneliness, further away from the world and the structure of our lives, we begin to feel strangely elated, detached yet at the same time connected, connected to ourselves. With nothing but our own two legs moving us, we begin to get a vague, tingling sense of who, or what, we really are.

The *whole* article:

http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2014/oct/04/i-married-myself-wedding

I hope she’s very happy together. #sparks

Probably for the best that comments aren't open on that article.
The day was obviously centred on me, the final event being a mirror for me to kiss

I’d been on a journey of personal development using meditation, dance and performance to increase my self-awareness.

If I didn't think she was only doing it and writing the article in order to get attention (hard to come by for some), I'd think she isn't very together.

Either way it’s incest.

I'm still in two minds (schickzophrenic) whether it might be in jest.

Is she a jester, or just courting controversy.

That’s the kind of thing you like, isn’t it? I’m out of the hamfisted wordplay loop.

Nice effort, but I'm not going to marry you, no matter how hard you try to be like me.

BMMF rep #sparks

reps all around, but not for crazy lady

Thread dredged up for this. Open mouthed 'is this serious?' reaction. Outstanding. Quite a few gems of a 'pretentious, moi?' nature in here.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2018/nov/16/books-that-made-me-sheila-heti

Yes, on the, erm, strength of that interview I would studiously avoid ever looking inside any of her books.

Personally I struggle to forget Adam Curtis talking about Soviet conceptions of truth and reality

Was glad to discover we have a pseuds corner so I have somewhere to post this pearl

And I analyse things a lot. But I don't want to believe that I'm the only one who does.