28 Feb 2017

Round and about, the Mendi

Stork bites man (somewhere I stumbled on) has a rather sweet off-take of the Beach Boys that I'd like to remember (no sound any more for obvious reasons):

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong

You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through

Happy times together weve been spending
I wish that every kiss was neverending
Wouldn't it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do
We could be married
And then we'd be happy

Wouldn't it be nice

You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Wouldn't it be nice

This is one of the wonderful things about the internet, for all its other nit-enabling features -- stumbling on stuff you'd never otherwise have seen, pootling around in other people's yards, looking at their family snaps, or stuff that made them happy.

Along those lines, At Swim-Two-Birds is another lucky find. The picture of the yellow gorse is particularly pleasing to me, and I like the wacked out cushions she hooks too. Not sure how one would make them out of crochet, but it seems they are. I don't know why the blog is called At Swim-Two-Birds, which I think was the title of an Irish novel some years ago -- the blog is by a Belgium woman, I think -- at least, she has a French name.

And lastly, an ambitious project collapsing is rather lovely. Isn't that bloke lying down with the pots cool? Lovely colours too. Both of these blogs are picture-driven, not text-driven. I think, after a day with thousands of words on screens, I need visuals to satisfy my hungry eyes.

And lastly, to top that last "lastly", here is a still from a wonderful doccie (Troopship Tragedy) I watched on television last Wednesday 22 Feb about the sinking of the Mendi, carrying more than 800 South Africans to the First World War -- 620 drowned.


The film was produced and directed by a friend of mine, Marion Edmunds. It was an awesome watch, partly because she visited the Eastern Cape and filmed conversations with descendants of those who died (and the few who survived), and also because of her narrator, Zwai Mgijima, Zwai's presence is powerful and his emotions sometimes raw, but he is also a playwright and a writer. I think he is aware of his role as a performance. This does not lessen its effect and is not meant as a criticism. Some of it is quite extraordinary -- the scene of him in a boat above the wreck, the scene of him conducting a ritual on the beach, shots of the river where the troops washed before they left their homes, on their way to war. I don't know of any other doccies like it (though I am not a doccie expert).

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