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Das Wochende in der Übersicht

Here comes the weekend in review. Well, what to say bout the weekend, it comes, it goes, and it comes again. So here goes...
Wanting to have a productive weekend, I borrowed some books from the library, yes, part of my great plan to write a novel in a few years. I'm trying to read all the creative works of past Nobel Prize winners. The other reason would be that, the literature sections of my uni's library are packed with these books, and no one borrows it. Don't they realize it's a gold mine out there. So I borrowed, Soul Mountain by Gao Xingjian, The Dream of Scipio by Iain Pears, The Cybercultures Reader, edited by David Bell and Barbara M. Kennedy, A Journey with Fred Hoyle: The Search for Cosmic Life by Chandra Wickramasinghe, The human Province by Elias Canetti, Auto da fe by Elias Canetti translated from the German under the personal supervision of the author by C.V. Wedgwood. I can borrow a max of 15 books, and there I was carrying all this books around last Friday, much to the amusement of the juniors at the library. The place was packed with freshmen studying for their exams, and I did attract some attention from a few girls, but thinking back, probaly they thought I was a loser nerd. aaaaaarrrgggh, i have to stop thinking too much.
And yes, back to the books, Soul Mountain by Gao Xingjian is a wonderful journey into the hearts of China. He writes well, im up to chapter 10, Ill try to write a complete review once im done. Gao is a dissident Chinese who now lives in France and won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2000. Elias Canetti won the noble prize in 1981 writes depoignantant tales of human society and the surrounding. Sir Fred Hoyle is the famous British Astronomer and the book is sort of a bio-journey written by his student and collaborator Chandra Wickramasinghe. The Dream of Scipio is a beautiful novel by Iain Pears. And finally, The Cybercultures Reader is an amazing collection of articles and essays on the dynamics of the cyber world and the culture its synthesizing towards the future.
Enough of books now, while I spent most of my weekend sleeping, eating and reading, I did channel surf tsatelliteite stations and almost all the shows sucked. And then I raided DVDdvd box and found one movie thathaven'tent watched for a very long time; A Passage to India (based on the novel by EM Forster). Of course many would remember the excellent movie by Sir David Lean that explored the vivid characters set in a town in India. Great directors like David evoke emotions and provoke actuall feelings towards the characters. Some of the memorable roles in the movie are played by Sir Alec Guiness, (who also played Obi Wan Kenobi in the early trilogy of Star Wars movies back in the 80's). One powerful quote from the movie A Passage to India , said by Mrs Moore the character played by Dame Peggy Ashcroft; 'I suppose, like many old people, I sometimes think, were merely passing figures in a godless universe'.
David Lean also directed the movie ' The Bridge on the River Kwai', which brings me to an interesting story. My grandmother actually worked building 'death' railways for the Japanese during WW2 in Thailand. The Japanese who raided home stateate of Kedah, Malaysia back then took a bunch of estate workers, my grandma included, to the sites as cooks. She used to tell stories of how they cooked pythons, crocodiles and horses to feed the soldiers. She cant remember the name of the place, and I doubt it would have been the river Kwai stretch, she would at least remembered the bridge blown up. If she had some proof, I would be rich by now...thinking...thinking...books...movies rights... (why do I get the feeling that Im boring the readers...)
[+] Gunplot - some memories of the Death Railways.
[+] A Wiki entry
* The title of the post means ' Weekend in review' in German, thanx to Fred for the translations.
****** a poetic interlude ******
And finally, I wrote a poem yesterday, haven't written one for a while.
September Days

Deep in my memories
there exists a warm place
of people and instances

Many days of excitement
forgotten days of sorrow
your loving hands, against

Warm breeze touching me
one second at a time
feeling me, I'm alive

Days age silently
one evening beside a lily pond
two shadows, of me and the lady

Miles into the future
shards of fading memory
surfacing in visions of mine

White skies with traces of blue
that lady, with me, is you,
mother of life and love

How in coming times
might I lie awake
helpless and tracing lines

Lines and colors vivid
Of days and people
Who gave me life and died
-Gp2005-04/09/2005-

* trying hard to remember my past, realizing my memories are fading. I try to rekindle the silent memories of the exciting days I had years ago, alone, trying to understand my world. The lady is as written, the spirit of life.
(snapped this pic from a magazine, just trying to upload from my cell)

Comments

tulipspeaks said…
i think you had an awesome weekend..compared to me..it was as boring as always :(

=ammu=
Saravana Kumar said…
Weekendla ivlo activitiesa ... chancea illa machi ... I prefer the other way ... do minimum work on the weekends
dog1net said…
It's been some time since I've been able to take a weekend to devote strictly to reading. Interesting post. Thanks for visiting my site and commenting.
Scot
visithra said…
athuenna gals patha vereh maari tohnuthu?? Nonsense! ;p

have a safe trip home ;)) and nandita looks pretty ;p
visithra said…
oh yes write ur grandmas experience - u dont need proof to write a good book
Prakash said…
Hey
the poem was great....
and about the books ......books and me.....does not go together mate...
prakash
ekantha said…
If you like rooms that echoe, is it that you like hearing your own voice and sounds being enhanced and elaborated upon? Is it that you are curious to hear what you sound like to the rest of the world and to have your sentiments communicated. Do you seek or feel some sort of response in the sound that continues and repeats itself? Is there something profound to be recovered/retained/remembered collectively?
visithra said…
oii ure still not back?

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