Yesterday a big day for Portuguese elements in my life. The Wyde shoes arrived, designed in Sweden, crafted in Portugual and news that the new Lobo Antunes book is due to arrive today, Wednesday. Can't wait. Goytisolo's Count Julian is a fine dream tour of Tangier, but Lobo Antunes is my main companion these days. See if he continues to be worthy.
Ed just told me about a British film maker I've never heard of---Terence Davies, on Criterion.
from a 2015 article in The Guardian as his film Sunset Song comes out ---
This seems of a piece with aspects of the Davies emotional landscape familiar to anyone who has seen his early films. The “scar” that Catholicism left on him, for one: “I was terribly devout, I believed it completely. I prayed literally till my knees bled. My teenage years were awful because of that.” Then there was the realisation that he was gay (“that was even worse, that was beyond the grace of God. It was awful”), which he still appears to resent. “I have hated being gay, and I’ve been celibate for most of my life. Some people are just good at sex, and others aren’t; I’m one of them who isn’t. I’m just too self-conscious.”
Be that as it may, Davies is quietly grabbing his second chance with both hands. His Emily Dickinson film is in the can, and Mother of Sorrows, based on the Richard McCann book, looks like being his next. “Whatever or whoever is up there, I just thank my lucky stars. I don’t question it, I don’t know how it’s come about, and when it ends, I’ll think: ‘Well, I got a second chance.’ A lot of people don’t even get a first chance. I’ve just been very lucky.”
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