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Post by Terra Incognita on Aug 9, 2019 19:01:19 GMT
Song, symphony, movie, TV show, painting, comic book/strip, photograph, sculpture... Any artistic medium.
Joy, sadness, gratitude, fear, relief, love, pain, empathy, realisation... Any emotion.
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I watched Pixar's "Inside Out" for the fourth or fifth time this week; just with my daughters this time. As a parent, the family hug at the end never fails to solicit a few tears of recognition. Riley's staccato sigh of relief after she's let it all out -- her feelings of anger, loneliness, powerlessness, despair -- and her folks' utter comprehension and gentle response bring to mind more than a few moments with each of my children. They've endured some very hard times when all they had was me. All five of us cried when we first saw the movie; and the girls were wiping tears from their eyes again the other night, holding me tight on the sofa as their own memories overwhelmed them.
It isn't that often that a piece of pop culture helps parents and children realise just how much they appreciate and love one another.
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Post by donavan on Aug 10, 2019 0:38:09 GMT
Film (1961) - Whistle down the Wind. Cake for Jesus scene and what follows. Gets me everytime.
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Post by donavan on Aug 10, 2019 22:15:36 GMT
My dad was a miner.
An outdoor life for a silverfish Eternal dust less ticklish Than the clean room, a house-guest's wish He lies on his side, is he trying to hide? In fact it's the earth, which he's known since birth He lies on his side, is he trying to hide? In fact it's the earth, which he's known since birth Face worker, a serpentine miner A roof falls, an under-liner Of leaf structure, the egg timer He lies on his side, is he trying to hide? In fact it's the earth, which he's known since birth
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Outdoor Miner
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Post by miles on Aug 12, 2019 20:20:16 GMT
The frailty of human emotions and endeavor as expressed in song. It's usually music that does it. Movies sure, but somehow it feels more calculated and less genuine.
I'm trying to think when a book made me cry, but I can't.
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Post by donavan on Aug 12, 2019 20:31:36 GMT
The frailty of human emotions and endeavor as expressed in song. It's usually music that does it. Movies sure, but somehow it feels more calculated and less genuine. I'm trying to think when a book made me cry, but I can't. The last chapter of "the boy in the striped pyjamas' made me cry on the train going to work one morning.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Aug 12, 2019 20:35:49 GMT
I've read in-depth articles and reports that described in too much detail (for me) the torturing and killing of children and simply left me shattered. I mean, just sobbing... Belsan and Newtown, especially. Now, every time I so much as glance at a newspaper headline relating some sick, heinous child abuse or murder, I tear up uncontrollably and turn the page or scroll down as fast as I can. I know none of the details about Parkdale because learning them would drive me mad with grief and anger.
Of course, I'm off-topic here, as articles are seldom the stuff of art. Certainly not the kind I've referred to above. Apologies.
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Post by donavan on Aug 12, 2019 20:47:49 GMT
I was in Bulgaria years ago and went on a Russian ship on the Black Sea. They were giving away books on there. I picked up one called Let Justice Be Done. Haunts me to this day. I could only read a few pages at a time. But should be available to everyone. That's why I can't understand why we watch such cruelty for fun on TV/Cinema. I don't. So kill me
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Post by Terra Incognita on Aug 12, 2019 20:58:25 GMT
The frailty of human emotions and endeavor as expressed in song. It's usually music that does it. Movies sure, but somehow it feels more calculated and less genuine. I'm trying to think when a book made me cry, but I can't. The last chapter of "the boy in the striped pyjamas' made me cry on the train going to work one morning. Claude Lanzmann's "Shoah", if you've the patience and strength... Devastating. And now I'm reminded of the ending in "Sophie's Choice".
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Post by miles on Aug 13, 2019 17:32:34 GMT
I've read in-depth articles and reports that described in too much detail (for me) the torturing and killing of children and simply left me shattered. I mean, just sobbing... Belsan and Newtown, especially. Now, every time I so much as glance at a newspaper headline relating some sick, heinous child abuse or murder, I tear up uncontrollably and turn the page or scroll down as fast as I can. I know none of the details about Parkdale because learning them would drive me mad with grief and anger. Of course, I'm off-topic here, as articles are seldom the stuff of art. Certainly not the kind I've referred to above. Apologies. Yes, the real stories of lives being crushed, species and habitat being lost, the worldwide rise of fascism, etc reduce me to hopeless despair and sometimes tears.
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Post by miles on Aug 13, 2019 17:35:02 GMT
The recording that makes me cry most always is Judy Collins' "My Father."
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Post by miles on Aug 23, 2019 20:45:51 GMT
Just now, the combination of Sometimes it Rains in Glasgow and I Couldn't Stop the Tide from the new Pearlfishers. Powerful.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Aug 24, 2019 0:31:18 GMT
Just now, the combination of Sometimes it Rains in Glasgow and I Couldn't Stop the Tide from the new Pearlfishers. Powerful. Fantastic album from start to end.
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Post by miles on Aug 24, 2019 19:04:05 GMT
Just now, the combination of Sometimes it Rains in Glasgow and I Couldn't Stop the Tide from the new Pearlfishers. Powerful. Fantastic album from start to end. Totally agree! I admire his inventiveness and willingness to go out on a limb musically, within a pop format. Open Up Your Coloring Book has some great songs, and a couple not fully baked imo. L&OHT is just about perfect, I'm kind of in awe even after listening to him/them since the early 2000s.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 17, 2020 0:08:04 GMT
This thread reminded me that I haven't listened to this in far too long.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Apr 4, 2021 13:53:30 GMT
The ending of City Lights. I wasn't even watching the movie (for the umpteenth time) -- I was reading other people's reactions to it and my eyes welled up with tears.
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