Never having learned to type, I am writing this lament with a Pentel Rolling Writer black ballpoint pen upon a yellow legal pad, employing the clipboard I inherited from a Cornell roommate in 1947.
MADRID — Two week ago, I spotted this lament, dripping with fury, scrawled on a wall in central Madrid: "Life is simpler than all this crap".
The play of lyrics between Romy Madley Croft and Oliver Sim invoke heartbreak and the rhetoric that often emerges in its wake, asking, "Did I hold you too tight?" In conjunction with The Creators Project, bringing this lament to life is LA video production crew Young Replicant, who have previously created videos for Purity Ring, M83, Wise Blood, Baths, and more.
One has heard this lament before, argued with the same impassioned would-be authority.
The pastoral title is, I think, almost ironic, since what Vaughan Williams is doing in this piece is turning the idea on its head, so that instead of being a source of comfort, this pastoral is instead a confrontation with loss, with lament, with death.
She signed off her intention to block me with the lament, "I thought so much better of you".
He died". It was my experience as well, when my daughter passed away from cancer, that we often use euphemisms to avoid the word "died". I empathize with this woman's lament.
Even those who prevail come back with the same lament: "This is a really, really big state".
I've vowed not to start any reviews this January or February with a lament about what a horrible time of year this is for movies.
Strange, perhaps, to end a party with a lament, even one as consoling and as affirmative as this.
