Sad films

In an attempt to familiarise myself with the 'real world', I have abandoned my mission to collect and consume the entire Babysitter's Club series (for now) and have obtained both reading and red wine glasses, a frown and a copy of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I read somewhere that it is the most beautiful piece of text ever written and so far, I've been in complete agreement. While the back-catalogue of books that I have read contains significantly more instalments of The Saddle Club than it does Russian literature, I can safely say that I am familiar enough with the book world to know a beauty when waved in front of my face, and Lolita is most certainly one such beauty. 

It got me to thinking - how unusual - about how one simple culmination of words can mean so much to so many people. Isn't that what artists strive for - to create something so wonderful that others can wear it like a cloak and fit it inside their hearts and minds until the day they die. We all have those words that cycle around and around our brains every now and again, those lines we'll never forget. Somehow they are practically alive, and don't they just adopt the parts of those who embrace them so enthusiastically - so that we're all a part of this thing that's so much bigger, so much more significant, than its initial creator? 


I was travelling through time and space today on a walk listening to Radiohead's Kid A and one such line hit me with its flawless logic and the way it just makes so much SENSE:


I think you're crazy, maybe.


I'm late, boarding the ol' Radiohead train, pretty slow on the uptake - only getting to know them this year. But my God. It paints a devastating pretty picture, don't you think? Something shot in grey with black stockings and movie credits and unpaid rent and getting old and finding out that losing the one you love means losing all these parts of you that you hadn't realised you'd given up, and just giving up. It's perfect. Perfect. To be the author of such lyrical perfection, the kind that makes the teenager in you 'eeeeee' and the adult weep.


Just quickly, another great lyric I remembered today:


Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed. So I set my sights on Monday, and I got myself undressed. (America - Sister Golden Hair) 


We've all been there, am I right?