Weekly Wrap 9 December 2013

First another quote from Errol – Flynn, that is.
I generally deny that I was ever a good actor, but I know I have turned in a half-dozen good performances. from ‘My wicked wicked ways” by Errol Flynn 1959

Table talk 4 copyThe week started with our irregular column “Table Talk”.  This week a fundamentally important and detailed instruction on “How to be a social butterfly”  was presented in two parts, (so as not to overwhelm) and can be accessed here and here.  This instructive work will enable you to “avoid the hideous and debilitating obligations of funerals, christenings, orations, and obligatory functions, (Private School Speech nights) where your spirit may be stilled, and compromised by the fug of boredom.”  Thanks to Quentin Cockburn.

A review of British Comedian Jane’s Bussman’s new show “Bono and Geldof are c**ts” by Rosa Ellis filled our page on Wednesday under the title The misery industry.  Bussman has written for South Park, among other satirical shows and uses this opportunity to suggest there are “flaws and contradictions in their (Bono and Geldhof) attempt to help” others who they portray as “pathetic, disease ridden and incompetent.”  

Gulpil $1000Quentin returned with thoughts on the life and work of Martin Sharp. On the right is his portrait of Gulpillil, on the thousand dollar note for the Archibald Prize.  The obituary of Sharp by Richard Neville is also worth reading – here.  Neville suggests he is a philosopher using paint.

 

Friday’s post posed the question “Do you love your country?” in an article lifted from The Guardian.  The answer (to this TRICK question) is in the pause between the end of the question and the start of the answer.

Our Musical Dispatch this week discusses the importance of language and some difficulties that arise from differing values.  It follows on from our previous piece about  Liam Jurrah.

Ira Maine excelled even his standards in Poetry Sunday looking at “The Lake Poets”  For their sins they were ridiculed by Byron who saw them as hayseeds who rejected all that was thrilling  about the modern world.

Good reading, join the conversation.

Cheers
Cecil Poole