Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Still reeling...

Kate and Heather reminisce about waking one morning in their squat in Brixton to find a massive knife lying on the bed in a room next door; Penelope and Christine talked about going to New York for the first time together and being completely naive, smoking on the subway (forbidden, and along came the New York police); Poly is going to write a book; Lora Logic is writing music; Rachel Lovell is a grandmother (how can such a young-looking woman be a grandmother?); Zillah Ashworth has completed her fllm about British punk women and is now making one about U.S. punk women.

Ah.

Today I went to visit Joan Ashworth, who is an animator, and saw the film she's been shooting in Lancashire.
She was brought up on a farm, and as I watched the footage she'd shot I had a shiver of recognition; I was brought up in the Northumbrian countryside, and there were my adolescent feelings, brought to life in a meadow with shuddering trees and trembling cow-parsley, as a solitary young woman swam through the grass on her back, ploughing a dark green furrow, catching a hare. A whooshing dawn, green, green grass, rhythms of the wind and clouds, it made me really happy to see such a beautiful and poetic film on a dull rainy urban afternoon in Camberwell.


... and a-rockin'.

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