The lethargic traipsing days of august
Signify the winding down of summer
And stirs up past memories of youth
To the forefront of our minds.
For our soul to replay and scrutinise.
As we walk in a constant state of stupor in the time between
Rising from sheets and covers.
In anticipation of returning to them again.
To pick through moments of the past with a thin tooth comb
Like burning bleach against bare skin
and then releasing suddenly.
let go to drift as rich green leaves
and be picked up and shepherd listlessly by the breeze.
The bitter remains of them only conscious to us as a distant sour smell from the drain at the end of the street.
Seagulls trail the polluted grey sky above
Their silhouettes, plump fully grown and of the purest white
Catching the corners of the sky with their wings, slicing through the polluted grey clouds
To reveal sacred patches of the clearest blue.
In seaside towns.
In the inner urban towns, sickly and diseased
Their bodies Decaying on top of plastic bus shelters
Stragglers One-day closer to death.
For Treason In the innocent they find
before they can even speak
they shut them up behinde locked doors
the handle out of reach.
They dull their minds with burning whisky
broken and battered by men
I wish that I could say im proud
of a land steeped in aridity.
Jack Walked across the site. Dirt and rocks crumbling beneath his steel cap boots , the ground he walked on dusty and uneaven. He leant down heaving up a few bricks and sliding them under his arm in a routine manner. He stumbled across to where the house was being built and began to lay. Spreading on a layer of grey murky cement and then placing the brick on top. This was the filling of time in his days. His life one brick on top of another. The mundane repetitivness enough to keep insanity and fear at bay. The soothing relieve of money into the bank account at the end of the month ; enough to allow the objections to slide. To worn down by austerity to read a newspaper , to take an interest in politics. That life couldnt be his , comfort , clarity , security. Hope. Even if he deserved it.
He allowed his thoughts to drift off to an image of his partner. Her slender figure which made him tingle with animal desire , her charming smile which drew you to her like a moth , her flattering laugh which could make you giddy. Yet now she was gone. As quick as a memory. In a box in the ground a future erased ; a life extinguished like a naked flame. How someone could be standing next to you ; merged into every part of your life and the next minuit had disapeared was completly incomprehensible to Jack. He still expected her to be their in the place he had last saw her. A disorientation that it was impossible that he could never talk to her again , laugh with her again. Hold her in his arms and feel protected for one small moment in a world no one was safe in. He still carried the greif with him like a dusty old scarve that made each breath thick , heavy and difficult.
Most nights he spent alone , lagar can in hand the echoey flat only an empty shell and not something he could call home. Possesions scattered like a shrine , items that could never belong there anymore. Without her he was nothing. A one sided coin. An empty side of the bed. A shadow of a life. He stuffed it with booze and oven chips , saturday football matches and news at six. Mundane things. Things to keep killing time. To block out the fact he was alone in the world. Survival was necessary. Living was painful , unbearable , hopeless. Yet death scared him. Like it scared most men. So he carried on. One brick after another.
Les miserables is by far one of my favourite films. Revolution is something I will always believe in as I live in quite a deprived area and believe in people revolting and standing up for themselves. I also love the fact that this film is a musical as it makes the whole story come together and makes it more entertaining.
The main themes in this film are love and redemetion as you have the love between cosette and Marious , you also have the love between John Van John and cosette , and epionees denied love for Marious. Another theme in the film is Justice as you have the scene where the people of France revolt and stand up. A last theme is conflict as you have the conflict between John Van John and Javert , also the conflict between the people of France and The police and army.
The film is set in 19th centuary France and centres around the 1832 revolt. To this day their is still a higher proportion of riots and discontent in France than any other European country. The film starts with John Van John getting freed from Prison on Parol and seeking shelter at a Priests church. There he attempts to steel the priests silver only to be cought. However the Priest tells the police he gifted the Silver to John Van John. This is where the theme of redemption comes in as the priest frees John Van John from sin.
Another theme in the film is Poverty. A lot of the film is set in the slums of Paris. For example near the start of the film fantine looses her job and sinks to the gutters.There she becomes a prostitute out of desperation to earn money to support her daughter. This part of the film is particularly moving as we see a different darker side of society. She ends up dying from catching a fever and exuastion at her situation and leaves her daughter in the care of John Van John.