Probably time for another installment in the blog space. It feels like eons since the last post - but it was really only a week. Hmm. Should probably try and be more committed to writing something regularly, even if it's just a small apologetic scribble to tell you that I'm busy. The trouble is I panic about what to write. This week for instance, I wanted to blog several times, but then felt self-conscious with the worry that prevented me from creating a blog in the first place: that I didn't have anything interesting to say, and that as nothing particularly amazing had happened to me - like being caught in an ice cream blizzard, or winning the lottery - I had nothing to write. At least nothing worth reading.
Then I thought 'so what?' And this is closer to my feeling now. If they don't like it, they won't read it; they can stop reading at any time they like and find something else which does interest; such a silly fear should not stop me from doing something I want to. It's the same with any pastime or hobby I suppose - too often we are afraid to try something new for fear of making a fool of ourselves. But what harm does it do? If we fall a little short of the mark at first then the only one damaged by this is ourselves, we just have to keep at it until we reach what we want.
Anyway, enough about that diversion. It wasn't intentional; what I had wanted to write about was this morning...
As part of my English degree this semester I am doing a 'Stage & Screen' module, which is exactly what it says on the tin. We study a mix of plays and films: mostly Shakespeare and classical Hollywood but this does vary with the occasional film adaptation of a play. This morning I walked to University in the naked spring sunshine for one such screening, 'Waiting for Godot'. We watched the 2001 film directed by Michael Lindsay-Hogg, who did a surprisingly good job of translating the text to the screen. For those of you who don't know Samuel Beckett's play it is set in only one location and with five characters in total, although for the most part only two are shown. Considering the sparsity of set and action I was pleasantly surprised by the film's ability to draw my attention and keep me questioning until the very end. It is by turns comic and heart-crushingly poignant, raising ideas about the human condition and the nature of life. I would really recommend it if you haven't seen it - either the play in performance or the film version (whichever you haven't experienced I suppose, or whatever takes your fancy!). It left me eager to watch a live performance; as an unashamed theatre lover I have a hunch it will be phenomenal onstage.
Love Amy
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