Deceiving Sky's

Deceiving sky's of shades of blue and white cotton candy clouds floating on the cold crisp air.

Creating a look of summer high above the world.
Upon the ground of cold concrete and frozen earth we walk.
The horizon lined with baron trees, lifeless lines of twigs and brunches stretch out and up towards the cold bright white light.
The smell of water in the air, like fog that has not yet fallen, and small drops of water sit on cob webs making the invisible lace visible in the light.
A quietness and stillness fills this place.
The home of the eternal sleeping. The forgotten. The dead.
With carefully crafted cold grey stone, in shapes of crosses, anchors, heads and angles. Pedestals with pots, supporting the growth of poison ivy, tomb like houses. Line the path ways. 
A maze of forgotten unrealised beauty in such a cold and morbid place.

That deceiving sky of shades of blue, growing to darker, to deep shads of blue and black.
A bright white, grey face of ancient stone looking down upon the cold and frozen earth form its dark and cold home in night sky.
Illuminating the world with its soft glow, casting shadows of strange on the surface of the world at sleep.
A glowing light of greys encircles the moon, like a colourless rainbow in shades of the grey of night. 
A forgotten beauty, seen amongst the forgotten city of the forgotten dead.

With dark sky's as clear as day you can see for miles in to the unknown world, of burning life, the regiments of the of long dead stars glowing like distant candles, marking passages and  cites of another world, on a deceiving sky of winter.

©2015 sarah patel 

Film Review: Only Lovers Left Alive.

First aired at the Cannes on 25th May 2013, and released in UK on 21st February 2014.
Staring, Tom Hiddleston, Tilda Swinton, Mia Wasikowska, Anton Yelchin, Jeffrey Wright, Slimane Dazi, and John Hurt.
Writen and directed by Jim Jarmusch

And music by Jozef van Wissem.

This has defiantly become one of my favourite  films for sure, and one of my favourite vampire films.

I have been a fan of Tilda Swinton for a long time. (The white witch of Narnia was lovely and enchanting and the twisted angle Gabrielle in Constantine).

What I love about this film is that it is not like any other vampire story. It dose not have the Dracula influence of lost love and vampire hunters. Its just to true lovers that neither time nor distance can come between them.

This film shows a different state of of vampire life. They don't kill to eat, hey pay doctors at blood banks to quench their thirst. they appreciate everything, art music nature, architecture, the world.

Eve (played by Tilda Swinton) travels for Tangier to Detroit to see her husband Adam (Played by Tom Hiddleston). You see her packing for her flight. Two pieces of hand luggage in each case she is only packing books. You see her choosing from a vast collection through her home, smiling as she looks through each of them, creasing each ageing page that she opens, admiring it. She is the optimist.
Adam’s passion is music an science. Creating his own music, building his own generator, and a web cam out of old dis-used technology. He has a goring collection of string instruments with a knowledge of the history of each. He is the pessimistic one un trusting of even his own wife at times.
John Hurts character Kit or Christopher Marrlow describes Adam as “suidicial romantic scoundrel”
The first time that you see Adam and Eve on screen together there is a reserved want and passion between them.
They refer to the human race as zombies. In a way you could say hat we are compared to these characters. Walking through life regretting, un-realising anything and everything.

When Eve’s sister Ava (played by Mia Wasikowska) turns up you see a completely different energy in her. while Adam and Eve are these reserved couple Ava is almost a rebelling teenage party rebel (even though she is hundreds of years old. After she kills Ian, Adams assistant, and destroying some of his she is thrown out and Adam and Eve are left to make a quick exit form Detroit to Tangier. The sadness of Adam when he has to leave all his instruments behind is almost heart breaking. The way that Eve looks after him is mothering almost.
When they reach Tangier they go to Kit for blood to find that he is dying and that they are now left alone and no way to get blood. they have to result to killing a young couple.

Adam and Eve’s age is never mentioned, apart form they have lived though the middle ages the french inquisition, the why that Adam speaks it is believed that they knew Pythagoras, Galileo, Copernicus, Newton, and Tesla. Eve, when looking a photo of the two of them, she says that it was their third wedding. Every thing suggesting that they are as old as time and that they where the first.
The idea of a vampire can not enter unless invited to them is but a superstition of bad luck, along with garlic. (holy water and crosses are not mentioned but I assume that these are the same), And as for day light, they sleep during the day and travel only at night, keeping with the traditional night dwelling creatures.

It may be another vampire love store but this one, to me is not a teenage vampire film, even though it might seem it due to Tom Hiddleston playing one the leads, its not. The film is deep, almost dark in some ways. It is depicting a single moment in these two lovers existence. showing their passion for the world and each other. The sound track is almost the kind of music you might listen to while high. The sound track I find amazing, almost hypnotising, and relaxing, its beauty.

Twisted Hearts And Darkened Soles.

With twisted hearts and minds alike.

With darkened soles they stroke the night.

Imperfect lives in perfect bodies

Immortal lives in mortal dreams.

With forgotten unknown pasts, they haunt our dreams

With an unquenchable thirst of the body and mind

for knowledge and beauty, in art and science,

A thirst of the body of rich think pure flowing blood,

A unquenchable thirst for those with twisted hearts and imperfect lives.

The stories of old and new we combined, 

creating the illusion of beauty within fear and darkness.

Stories of eternal romance and passion. 

Hiding the rage and loneliness, with this, unquenchable hunger, and thirst of knowledge and beauty.

They find them selfs with in a world with those with even more a twisted hearts and darkened soles then themselves.

© sarah patel 2015

NoteBook Of A girl. Entry #5

The white light of day, with its cold blue sky and fluffy white clouds stretched to upon the canvas like a posing naked girl.
The traffic of the back streets of the city limited to the those how know them well. The suits, the workers and the lost travellers on a quest with bed directions. The sound of stationery traffic, echo off the ancient brick,  the impatient beeps and shouted words, lost on foreign ears.
Holding tight to a mug of hot strong brown tea. The heated vapour reaching out in to the cold early afternoon air. The radiating warmth making my fingers and palm feel like summer heat.
Standing watching passers by. The odd lost tourist with bags and iPhones trying to re-find themselves.
Wrapped up with a hood pulled up of the over sized black hoodie, looking like a teenage goth or a teenage Emo all in black, standing by the wall with tea and a cigaret in hand as groups of people walk past.
A smile and a nod from one of the guys that work in the same building, yet I could not tell you his name.
The summer came and went so fast, now here I stand outside work freezing my butt off for a fix of nicotine to get me through the next part of the day. A group of five men wonder and stop out side of the door beside me, placing their bags on the floor, and stand and wait with clip board, pen and paper. Hat scarf and gloves. Is really that cold or am I coming down with something?
An old paved road of uneven bricks, with puddles of water, runs down the centre, parting the building with narrow paths, wide enough only for two people to walk side by side.
Unanticipated  when laid how quick and busy this city might become.
An un predicted future of technology and of life that now traffics these streets.
A puddle of oil and water catches my eye, a rainbow below my feet. dose i mean buried treasure lays in waiting below these cobbled lane. Like a  ‘X’ marked on a map of treacherous seas and un mapped islands

A sip from my white mug with a “Don’t Ask, I’m On A Break” hand written with a sharpie and oven baked to make it stay on its side.
I feel the hot tea slide down to my stomach, making me feel warm all the way through. The smell of McDonalds from a brown paper bag of another that I work with enters the back door, with the bag in one hand and a drink in the other and a back pack on his shoulder .
A sudden burst of laughter comes from the door and four of the men that I work with come out and stand around me passing a green lighter around, each lighting their roll up.- for their mid day fix.
The five of us huddle together like a displaced, ill looking group of penguins all in black trying to keep a little warm. Yet I think I am the warmest with my over sized hoodie and them in their T-shirts jeans and work boots.
Work talk quickly turns to past stories and to comic piss takes of others that we work with past and present.
Jumping up and down with strange dancing to keep warm in jest at other as they began to roll in to the buildings back door
A small group ask directions I turn to face the wall as one of the group decides to be a drama queen while giving then directions he convinces them that he is someone and signs their map, as I stand silently laughing to myself and the wall, once a red brick building, but nows black brown, from the waist of the cites traffic.
With finished cigarets and cold hands arms and feet they slowly head back in to the warm leaving me with an almost cold tea and my thoughts. 
A white van beeps his horn at a group of people walking and standing outside the door to work.
The unimpressed face of the driver shaking his head at the rooted crowd lingering in his path. 
It makes me wonder what goes through peoples minds, their like rabbits caught in the head lights of the on coming traffic, on in this case the on coming driver who decides to slowly move forward down the narrow one way brick cobble road, almost like a cattle herder moving a brainless crowd of London visitors on to the paths.
Taking a mouth full of now cold tea, I tip the last bit upon the dark brick road, the cold light colour fluid flows quickly through the stone brick maze and mixes with the oil and water, turing the  rainbow to a watered down brown blue colour. No longer marking the Spot to the buried treasure at the end of a rainbow. 

© sarah jane patel