Atonement…movie and book review

Atonement…movie and book review

unforgettable…

 

 

Movie review and book review:

Atonement

 

Atonement is a story of lives of irredeemable sadness. Ian McEwan wrote the book that is faithfully portrayed in this 2007 film (rated R, 123 minutes)—it got seven Oscar nominations—starring Keira Knightley (Cecilia), James McAvoy (Robbie), Romola Garai (child Briony), Saoirse Ronan (18-year-old Briony), and Vanessa Redgrave (mature Briony).

In brief: Briony, a child, tells a dreadful lie about her sister’s lover, forcing Cecilia and Robbie to live separate, desperately tormented lives during World War II.

This poem is my “Thumbs Up” review of the movie and the book.

 

Unforgettable

 

This memory is lava hot,

it mingles, lava slow,

in all my thoughts,

in all my mind.

 

It is a crumble, peat, dark,

peat rich, no single whole,

but bits of all.

I cannot grasp it entire.

 

It fills me,

it is full of me,

full with my dread imaginings,

full with my discarded dreams,

so full…

 

It burns, it sears,

a red haze in my every gaze,

a scarlet shackle on each heartbeat.

 

I accept the impotence of atonement.

 

My long-ago childish deed cannot be undone,

that indulgence in excitement

   and attention and novelty

      and vengeance and purest love.

 

Unbidden, I saw an act I didn’t understand,

two lovers, I cherished them,

their coupling had no inner meaning for me,

yet showed they had more love for each other

   than each for me…

 

Later, a twisted crime he did not—could not—commit,

yet I accused—“I saw him”—I lied,

to hurt him and to keep her, apart, for me.

That lie broke them.

At that moment, the words tasted brave

   and older than my years.

The taste became gall.

Later, I was to know that I killed them.

My life has been my penance.

 

Now I understand what I could not see

   and could not then feel.

Now I feel their horror that I invented

   in place of their happiness.

Now I endure the unhappiness

   they could not escape,

the terror born of a child’s simple plan

   in a child’s heart.

 

…I keep those false words—“I saw him”—

spoken in righteous innocence,

in unknowable ignorance,

in unremembered pleasure…

 

I did not know I was trading my portion of happiness

   for a memory that I keep

      in a hole in my heart.

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Movie review. Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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the fox on crusted snow, “Exit” my poem

the fox on crusted snow, “Exit” my poem

who’s watching whom…

 

 

Exit

 

I lingered after light sleep,

the empty snowbound afternoon was my prospect,

a warming wrap was my comfort,

no urge disturbed my rest,

the necessity of loneliness pinched my gaze…

 

I think the fox had been watching me

   in my windowed bay,

I think she had one snuff of fear,

I think she paused, on the crusted snow,

and found no scent of interest,

I think she may have wondered

   how I could feel at ease

      in my tight world…

 

I raised one hand in greeting and adieu,

and she took her own royal time

   in walking away on her grand stage.

 

November 8, 2018

Inspired by “Closer” by Roberta Marggraff in the Fall/Winter 2018-2019 issue of the Aurorean.

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Book review: The Scarlet Letter

the beating hearts…by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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“truth lies open for all…”

“truth lies open for all…”

the truth thing…

 

 

“Truth lies open for all…”

 

Seneca the Younger (c. 4BCE:65CE)

his Moral Letters, 33.11

 

ain’t it the truth…

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Financier

Theodore Dreiser’s villain…

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humans share food, with people they like

humans share food, with people they like

76 trombones…

 

 

Grace

 

As we gather here

   we learn once more

      that each of us is one,

that we hear our own music,

and yet we know

   that 76 trombones

      sound better than one.

 

We learn once more

   that we are family,

and we like each other.

 

Food probably was the first thing

   that humans shared.

It’s a nice tradition.

 

Let’s be grateful

   for our good food

      and our good fellowship.

 

Savannah, GA

November 24, 2022

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Book review: The Bridges of Madison County

If you’re looking for

highly stoked eroticism

and high-rolling lives

that throw off sparks when they touch,

look elsewhere.

by Robert Waller

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listen to the stones…”ken,” my poem

listen to the stones…”ken,” my poem

that entish slang…

 

 

ken

 

The words of stones

   come soft,

and there are whispers,

and the birds’ chirping

   is a refrain,

and the trees talk

   mostly to themselves

      in their entish slang…

 

Are we listening?

Do we give them moments

   to speak as they will?

Can we trust the words

   that we barely understand?

Do we need to hear

   the stones and their mountains?

Shall we learn from these scant words

   a new way of knowing?

Shall we hear the words

   that exist with us,

      persist without us?

Shall we allow those words

   to fill our ears and minds and hearts?

 

Is there new meaning

   so near to our ken?

 

June 20, 2024

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“The beginning is always today.”

(quote, Mary Shelley)

so get started…

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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“…being human is a guest house…” …Rumi (1207-1273)

“…being human is a guest house…” …Rumi (1207-1273)

c’mon in…

 

 

“This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.”

 

Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī “Rumi” (1207-1273)

a 13th-century Persian poet

Coleman Barks, trans.

 

the guest house can be your house,

and the “new arrival” can be you…

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Book review: “The Gentle Boy”

Yes, the Puritans had a dark side…

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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