Movies – literally projected pictures that move – changed the scape of entertainment as well the shape of our civilisation. They elevated a hitherto obscure and much maligned art form to an almost godlike status and presence.
In times of traveling performers and small, underpaid troupes of actors, acting itself was not seen as a decent occupation for respectable folks. Indeed, one could watch a performance and then pay a little extra afterwards for a private performance, if you know what I mean.
Not so today. Far removed and aloof actors and actresses move in realms inaccessible to ordinary mortals.
And this is where my gripe lies. I do love movies and the entertainment they bring. But the people in the movies are actors and actresses, not gods. These people are not curing cancer or busy solving the world food crisis. They act. Period.
And get paid unbelievable amounts of money.
This tiny point is just another signpost of our civilisations steady decline into irrelevance and obscurity.
“You are putting the wrong em-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LA-ble.”
Indeed, we are.
Once, maybe twice,
not too often,
stirrings are felt
ever so subtle
the inner whisper
nudging, barely touching
featherlight and hidden
We would do well to heed the nudge
Breakfast at the hotel.
The entire hotel seems to be stuck in the twillight zone, straddling the space between the 70s and the 80s.
Unless, of course, it was meant to be retro-chic.
Well, I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.
The rice porridge,and condiments – pickles, century egg, fried shallots etc – were delicious.
Coffee came out of a machine – with very little human intervention – Verdict: Atrocious.
Flight, soaring through rushing strato vales and nimbus peaks
Elation beyond all comprehension
Wanting more – the rush gone too soon
heart beating catching up to readjusted reality
How to live now in anonymous monotony?
How to exist in grey silence?
Once tasted technicolor life is the only fruit
Hong Kong is crowded – period. It is also amazing, Bladerunneresque, diverse, full of intense flavours and smells, not all of them pleasant, and busy – everybody is rushing. Somewhere.
The one clean spot, affording fresh air was Kowloon Park. A true oasis in a concrete jungle, even more so than Central Parn in New York or Hyde Park in London.
I will go back, simply because even though we did our best to experience all, we only scratched the surface in five days.
The Peak, The Buddha, The Harbour and so much more…
Take your time to explore Hong Kong, walk it, taste it, smell it and let it wash over you. People are everywhere…so many people…
Look at the pics we took and feel transported, as I was transformed by being there.
Ahoyhoy to all you folk in blog land. Apologies for not posting for such a long time, but I learned much to my chagrin that my IPAD does not play well with WordPress for some reason.
I hope that the following posts will make up for the paucity of my content of late.
What do we really know? Not much it appears. Mysteries surround us and trip us up at every turn. Most of the knowledge we assume to be solid is in fact only theory. Not proven. Not fact. Not truth.
We must guard against those that claim to have the truth.
In fact, there is a beautiful saying:
Trust nobody who says they have the truth, trust everybody who is seeking for the truth.
I concur. To go a step further we must get away from an anthropocentric view of the world and accompanying truth(s) and widen our faculties to include all life in our quest for the ultimate answers.
I suspect that will lead us down a very difficult path, but the high road is always the hardest way to travel.
There have been attempts in the past. I call them anachronisms because they do not fit within the time and place, any time and place really, of their occurrence.
My hope is that one day these thoughts will not be anachronistic.