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November 25, 2005
The Battle Against Suicide
The only thing I really knew is that I was hurting and needed to go someplace where the pain outside matched the pain I was feeling inside.
A deeply moving piece of writing on the aftermath of suicide for the living.
I used to think suicide was a conscious act. A plan made, then carried out. I know now it's not always like that.
My brother was a sweet young man who wanted to be in control. In the end, he simply wasn't.
None of us are. We all dangle from a very delicate thread.
The key is not to let go.
Sometimes, the choice to stay alive is harder than letting yourself go. We have to hold on, very tightly.
Posted by lainey at 01:22 PM | Comments (0)
Animation Nation
Been watching alot of animation of late because of Animaton Nation, a film festival, I helped, in the smallest part, put together. What I am amazed about animation is how it allows one to realise the depths of human imagination. An animation goes as far as imagination can go, and it sure can go far. There are mindblowingly breath-taking animation like The Place Promised in The Early Days or mindblowing, surreal pieces like Mindgame. Or just some experimental pieces of ink blobs you have no idea what to make of.
But it's amazing.
From thinking animation is child's play to thinking that animation is the representation of infinite imagination, I think everyone should go watch some animation.
:)
Posted by lainey at 12:42 AM | Comments (1)
November 08, 2005
Obituary
John Fowles, also know as Mr French Lieutenant's Woman, dies at 79. It's bizzare when all the contemporary writers you read start dropping like flies. But yea, rest in peace, Mr Fowles.
Posted by lainey at 06:00 PM | Comments (0)
November 06, 2005
Death & Disease
Been so busy with life and work lately that I've not had to opportunity to catch as many films as I would love too. However, when I flipped through the French Film Fest brochure and saw that Son Frère was a film about death and dying - I had to make my way down to Alliance Francais on a lazy Sunday evening.
And I was glad I did. Finally a movie about the stark reality of death, life and brotherly love. There is a tendency to turn movies with death into sentimental sap or a treatise on morality but Son Frère would have none of it. Instead, it is an extremely real and unpretensious portrayal of dying and death sans the overdramatization but retaining its humane poignancy. I didn't cry or feel extremely devasted at any time during the movie, but I was given a lucid picture of how death might be and how love might provide some reprieve to an otherwise stark ending.
Posted by lainey at 10:01 PM | Comments (0)