Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,   
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.   
Down the ravine behind the empty house,   
The cowbells follow one another   
Into the distances of the afternoon.   
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,   
The droppings of last year’s horses   
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.   
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
- James Wright

→David Mitchell on How to Write: "Neglect Everything Else"

Misleading title, but thoughtful, beautiful words from David Mitchell, as ever. Even his interviews sound like poetry.

production designThe Fifth Element (1997)

by Dan Weil


Black Narcissus (1947)


"Manhattan" - Opening Credits

Jónsi & Alex
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an excerpt from Jónsi & Alex’s score for Manh(a)ttan series.

WGN’s Manhattan may well be my all-time favourite television show, and as a person who has spent much of her life watching, living and dreaming TV, that’s saying a lot.

I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.

Just because you don’t understand something, it doesn’t mean it isn’t awesome, okay?

The whole of WGN’s Manhattan is plotted so carefully.  All the strings have been pulled slowly tighter and closer together every week. The only other show that has slotted the lives of its characters together so expertly and with such a sense of approaching doom is Breaking Bad. Why is nobody talking about Manhattan? Perfect TV. I am so happy it’s been renewed.