The pipes having been finished up, I am once again on the move. Now, St. Louis, soon, Boston. It’s the same as ever to be in the Midwest in March ahead of Spring; in a few weeks, it will be beautiful, leaves and flowers are this close, but for now it’s still dull, and currently grey and cold.
I saw the movie Turner before I left Tucson (which is bursting with hot springtime) and it was incredible, I was much marked by it.
Timothy Spall did an astonishing job; the animalistic grunts and growls were perfect, but so also were the beautiful manners. Considering how deeply the interruptions of life affected him, how much he wanted to work, the depiction of the totality of his character was sensitive, kind, nuanced.
One of the things the film conveyed was how true to life the magnificence of his scapes were. He didn’t paint idealized beauty, instead, he went and found the real thing. Seascapes, landscapes, humanscapes….he went out and found the hugeness of the world.
Watching, I felt enraged (the tedious interruptions, I also wanted to kick the stool across the room) and empowered (to hell with blowhards and soul-crushers) and even more in love with the people with vision and will.
So many people seem to lack that pulsing, living drive to make work. They probably just need to be in a different place, doing a different thing, and they would suddenly come alive. Or so I charitably believe, based on my own experiences of being in vibrant, alive places with good light and good air and dull, stodgy, pale places with thin light and thick air. I pulse in the former, go dull in the latter. It’s not a mystery. And it’s tedious to pretend that it is.
A huge takeaway from the film (and from life) for me is that people who do not burn with life force and productivity should not proselytize to people who do about how they might better spend their time, or how they might adapt to a trickle of life, instead of a rushing stream.
I got lucky in my life partner.