Today is marks the 100th anniversary since the end of World War One. I’ve literally just finished watching Peter Jackson’s They Shall Not Grow Old. All day I’ve been dismayed by the seeming lack of awareness about this momentous occassion on my social media. So, quite frankly, I’m a little dismayed by humanity right now. So, instead of the usual spiel I’m just going to leave Laurence Binyon’s For the Fallen here instead.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Weekly Blog Posts
- TUESDAY’S REVIEWS – Venom (2018)
I was super excited about Venom until Tom Hardy started moaning about bad it was. Still, I think the character has great potential and still think Hardy is a fantastic actor. If anyone could bring the villain to life it would be him. But I was also worried. Was it going to be as bad as Hardy’s complaints suggested? To find out check out my review here.
- BOOK REVIEW – Horrorstör by Grady Hendrix
This was the only book on my October TBR that I actually got round to reading. I’d been interested in the concept for a while but I’ve been disappointed with horror books before. To find out if this changed my mind then read on here.
- THROWBACK THIRTY – Gotham 1988)
Some days I want to push myself with these films but on others I just want to watch something stupid. If that something stupid also stars Tommy Lee Jones then all the better. Read my review of the weirdest 1988 movie I’ve seen so far this year (and that’s saying something) click here.
- My Mum Tracy Beaker by Jacqueline Wilson
So I finished this last night after having a few bad nights of reading. I could have had it done on Friday but I ended up falling asleep mid-chapter. I then woke up hours later with the lights still on and my laptop at the end of my bed utterly confused and exhausted. It’d been a bloody long day to be fair to me. Check back on Wednesday for my full review.
- World War One Poetry
As you may have been able to work out, I’ve been deeply affected by the centenary of the end of World War One. So, I spent my first few hours this morning pouring through a collection of poetry from that era. Suffice it to say I was in floods of tears. World War One has always held a greater fascination for me than World War Two and I think it’s because of the poetry. You really feel the emotions and despair within the words. You feel the injustice and the pointlessness of everything. It’s horrible yet beautiful. A fantastic legacy to the young men who put their lives on the line yet a strong indictment of war in general.
Absolutely nothing at the moment. I’m at that point where I haven’t decided yet so I feel very free. It won’t last.
Still trying to be extra good this month. There are still plenty of books sitting in my online shopping cart but, as of this moment, they remain a distant desire. Let’s see if I can keep it up.
- Netflix Binges – RuPaul’s Drag Race
Who is Murdocal? A casual critic who is a little bit too obsessed with pop culture. A young woman who swears and rants much more than she knows she should whilst trying to make her way in an adult world she isn't prepared for. A not as recent as she'd like literature graduate who, between job applications and subsequent rejections, has turned to the internet to fight the boredom and review the shit out of everything.
"Maybe, just maybe, I'm the faller. Every family has someone who falls, who doesn't make the grade, who stumbles, who life trips up. Maybe I'm our faller."