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motionpicturelover · 2 years ago

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Films I've watched in 2022

(Click on the title to see the post. This list will be continously updated.)

For a list of the first 100, see this post.

101 - 199:

🗓 June:

🎬 "La Tête en Friche" (2010) - Jean Becker

🎬 "Loulou" (1979) - Maurice Pialat

🎬 "Les Fugitifs" (1986) - Francis Veber

🎬 "Diamant 13" (2009) - Gilles Béhat

🎬 "Änglar finns dom?" (1961) - Lars-Magnus Lindgren

🎬 "Hamlet" (1996) - Kenneth Branagh

🎬 "102 Dalmatians" (2000) ‐ Kevin Lima

🗓 July:

🎬 "Fleabag" series 1 (2016)

🎬 "Fleabag" series 2 (2019)

🎬 "Käre John" (1964) - Lars-Magnus Lindgren

🎬 "I lånte fjær" (1992) - Åse Vikene

🎬 "Charleys Tant" (2015) - Anders Aldgård

🎬 "De två saliga" (1986) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Skönheten och Odjuret" (1991) - Gary Trousdale and Kirk Wise

🎬 "Karins ansikte" (1983) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Alfred" (1995) - Vilgot Sjöman

🎬 "En lektion i kärlek" (1954) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Appasionata" (1944) - Olof Molander

🎬 "Nattvardsgästerna" (1963) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Sommarlek" (1951) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Ingmar Bergman Intermezzo" (2002)

🎬 "Kvinna utan ansikte" (1947) - Gustaf Molander

🎬 "Såsom i en spegel" (1961) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Riten" (1969) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Persona" (1966) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "The Serpent's Egg" (1977) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Torn Curtain" (1966) - Alfred Hitchcock

🎬 "En passion" (1969) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Det sjunde inseglet" (1957) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Skammen" (1968) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Vargtimmen" (1968) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Smultronstället" (1957) - Ingmar Bergman

🗓 August:

🎬 "The Exorcist" (1973) - William Friedkin

🎬 "Sons of Anarchy" season 2 (2009)

🎬 "Efter repetitionen" (1984) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Bergman Island" (2004) - Marie Nyreröd

🎬 "Saraband" (2003) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Markisinnan de Sade" (1991) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Fårö-dokument 1979" (1979) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Maîtresse" (1975) - Barbet Schroeder

September:

🎬 "Baby frei Haus (2009) - Franziska Mayer Price

🎬 "I Bergmans regi" (2003)

🎬 "Shallow Grave" (1993) - Danny Boyle

🎬 "Du kan da ikke bare gå" (1985) - Terje Mærli

🎬 "La ditt problem bli vårt problem" (1969) - Egil Kolstø

🎬 "Katteslottet" (1966) - Knut Thomassen

🎬 "Fox Grønland" sesong 1 (2001)

🎬 "Hilsen fra Bertha" (1968) - Jon Heggedal

🎬 "Søndag ettermiddag" (1967) - Tore Breda Thoresen

🎬 "The Hours" (2002) - Stephen Daldrey

🎬 "Elskeren" (1964) - Michael Elliott

🎬 "George Carlin on Location" (1977)

🎬 "The Addams Family" (1991) - Barry Sonnenfeld

🎬 "Kiss Me Petruchio" (1981) - Christopher Dixon

🎬 "A Midsummer Night's Sex Comedy" (1982) - Woody Allen

🎬 "Play it Again, Sam" (1972) - Herbert Ross

🎬 "Mack the Knife" (1989) - Menahem Golan

🎬 "Ripe Strawberries" (1980) - E. Randal Hoey

🎬 "Hell on Earth" (2002) - Paul Joyce

🎬 "The Devils" (1971) - Ken Russell

🎬 "Women in Love" (1969) - Ken Russell

🗓 October:

🎬 "The Breakfast Club" (1985) - John Hughes

🎬 "St. Elmo's Fire" (1985) - Joel Schumacher

🎬 "Burnt Offerings" (1976) - Dan Curtis

🎬 "Peer Gynt" (2006) - Bentein Baardson

🎬 "Når vi døde vågner" (1973) - Per Bronken

🎬 "Peer Gynt" (1986) - Edith Roger

🎬 "Ghost" (1990) - Jerry Zucker

🎬 "Dead Ringers" (1988) - David Cronenberg

🎬 "The Cassandra Crossing" (1976) - George Pan Cosmatos

🎬 "This is Paris" (2020) - Alexandra Dean

🎬 "This Sporting Life" (1963) - Lindsay Anderson

🎬 "Golden Rendezvous" (1977) - Ashley Lazarus

🎬 "Gulliver's Travels" (1977) Peter R. Hunt

🎬 "Alive and Kicking" (1959) - Cyril Frankel

🎬 "Highpoint" (1982) - Peter Carter

🗓 November:

🎬 "Gladiator" (2000) - Ridley Scott

🎬 "How to Steal a Million" (1966) - William Wyler

🎬 "The Damned" (1962) - Joseph Losey

🎬 "The Wild Geese" (1978) - Andrew V. McLaglen

🎬 "Under Milk Wood" (1971) - Andrew Sinclair

🎬 "Deep Red" ("Profondo Rosso") (1975) - Dario Argento

🎬 "The Hunchback" (1997) - Peter Medak

🎬 "Unforgiven" (1992) - Clint Eastwood

🎬 "The Trap" (1966) - Sidney Hayers

🎬 "Absolution" (1978) - Anthony Page

🎬 "The Mouse That Roared" (1959) - Jack Arnold

🎬 "Carry On Up the Jungle" (1970) - Gerald Thomas

🎬 "Smashing Time" (1967) - Desmond Davis

🎬 "The Lion in Winter" (1968) - Anthony Harvey

🎬 "Assault In Paradise" (1977) - Richard Compton

🎬 "Circle of Two" (1981) - Jules Dassin

🎬 "Julie & Julia" (2009) - Nora Ephron

🎬 "What's New Pussycat?" (1965) - Clive Donner

🎬 "The Night of the Iguana" (1964) - John Huston

🎬 "The Spy Who Came in from the Cold" (1965) - Martin Ritt

🎬 "My Favorite Year" (1982) - Richard Benjamin

🎬 "Beat Girl" (1960) - Edmond T. Gréville

🎬 "The Debussy Film" (1965) - Ken Russell

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whump-town · 4 years ago

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God’s Gonna Cut You Down

Part 2!! (you can find part 1 here)

Warning: threat of domestic abuse and you know bad words

January 1972

It had been mortifying when Richard was caught with another woman and his prideful smile and easy shrug of the situation had only hurt Mary that much more. Through everything else, the drinking and the yelling and the hitting, Mary had still been able to tell herself that Richard did these things because he loved her. Extra whiskey washed down his stress, made him smile easier, and touch her like he meant it. When he raised his voice she’d already left him no other options, she just can be so forgetful. And… he’d only hit her a few times. Always when he was drunk and she’d messed something up. Anyone could forgive that.

The affairs… that was the first time Richard had done something with the explicit intent of hurting her. He hadn’t even cared when she’d cried. Had smiled when she told him about her friends, the way they meet her with high noses and expressions of disgust. He’d spun her into a pit of isolation, her own mother didn’t even want anything to do with her.

Persistently, desperately, Mary kept going back to her mother. She knew about her father, the affairs he had with his students over the years. Praying on the young university girls, the very reason they had hesitated to send her to Mary Baldwin. In the end, money and her pleading won through and she went to get a degree in English her eyes on being a teacher. That’s where she met Richard, five years older and making his way through law school.

Her mother might snuff her now but she is no different, neither are any of the women who treat her so differently now.

Her mother had caved after a few months, grew afraid of the way that weight seemed to melt off of Mary. It was unhealthy and fearing her daughter’s life she’d succumbed to her and offered her the advice that had been given to her: a child. Unfaithful men are just confused but this is not beyond Mary’s control, she just has to give him something to have. Men just need a little extra help, they’re just confused. They understand possession, though, and while they might not be afraid to hurt the lives they've made with wives give him a child and he’ll change.

That’s all it takes.

Having a baby was supposed to fix everything. Mary’s mother told her that babies make men happy and that if she wanted to settle Richard to settle down then a baby would do just that.

But she kept losing the babies. A little girl who they hadn’t named, blindsided by their grief. Two miscarriages far too soon in the pregnancy. Another when Richard pushed her into the stairs-- she’d told him it was for another reason and they didn’t tell a soul they even pregnant. After that, they stopped keeping track and she stopped telling him when one kept or when one didn’t.

Mary Hotchner might not make good on a lot of her promises but this time, she tells herself, this time is different. He’s just so little, hardly the size of her forearm. He’s their second chance, this tiny little baby is going to save their marriage. How wouldn’t he? Always watching the world around him, hardly ever cries, and always content just to be placed in the swing so long as he can see everyone.

She’s just changed him when Richard gets in. “Do you want to hold him?” she asks with a hopeful smile. He’s swaddled in his blankets, arms tucked to his sides, and sleepy drunk on milk. “He’ll probably go right to sleep.” Richard only held him in the hospital, only when a nurse made him.

Richard looks at the baby in her arms, up to Mary’s dark brown eyes and back down to his son’s soft blue eyes. He scoffs, “I don’t want to touch that little bastard.” He throws his briefcase down on the floor, kicking his shoes off in the same general direction. Carelessly, he brushes past them. “Why don’t you go give him to the bastard you had to have fucked to make him?”

Mary scrambles, unsure what to do. “Rich--”

He turns, blind with rage and she can feel the force of his words hit her sternum. Feels the baby in her arms jolt at the impact, whimpering as he squirms in his confines. “Don’t!” Richard demands leveling his finger at her. His eyes flick to Aaron and she holds him closer, turning her body so that she’s between them. Aaron cries out, kicking at the blankets wrapped snuggly around him. Richard lurches forward. “Shut him up!” Mary steps back. “I said shut him up before I--”

This baby is a second chance to their marriage, it’s going to change everything she just knows it.

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March 1973

Toddling on baby fat legs and clutching the sippy cup in his left hand, Aaron follows his mother across the lawn. Occasionally, he stumbles but is quick to right himself clutching at his mother’s freely billowing dress and going on. He’s much smaller than the other babies, underweight and not very tall, but he’s only a year and three or four months so he’s got time to blow them away. Mary’s positive her bright boy will manage it. He’s smart, they’ll see, small but he’s so very smart. Just like his daddy.

“Come here,” Mary beacons the baby from the edge of the backyard. His back is turned to her but she knows the look that has taken over his features. Those dark eyebrows knitting together as he dances his little fingers across his sippy cup-- brain working a mile a minute to figure out what it is that he’s discovered now. He makes a little sound, more to himself than to her, before turning to face her. She gets a glimpse of that confused look before a bright smile breaks across his face and he squeals happily before running to her.

She’s not sure what it is but she doesn’t like it when he gets that close to the woods. The thick trees line the property and every chance he gets, if he’s not rolling in the mulch of her flower garden, he’s standing at the trees watching. Aaron’s always watching. It scares her just how silent he is, the way he makes nearly no sound when approaching and will stand forever just content taking in the world around him. She thinks that’s why she wants him nowhere near those woods.

The woods are full of death and she wants all of his life and his curiosity to stay away from it. She knows what it is, knows what the woods do to men. To little boys with a little too much curiosity.

“Come to mommy,” she praises, opening her arms and enveloping him. Wiggling about in her arms but not to get away just to make her hold tighter. So she does, groaning and squeezing him until he’s breathlessly giggling. Enthralled by the pressure of her arms and perfectly content with the warmth of the day and her love.

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December 1974

He’s been sick all week, succumbing to a fever ravishing his tiny body. Outside snow pours down in thick clumps, the other children howling with joy every few hours as their parents let them back out in it. Snowmen pop up in lawns and footprints betray every hiding spot they run to but there is a clear, unabashed joy eating through the neighborhood. Aaron can only listen for it, falling in and out of naps on the sofa. Sniffling miserably and basking in his mother’s attention when she comes with a thermometer and whatever remedy her mother had called to inform her of now.

Richard gets home early, taking the time to knock the snow off his work shoes before seeing the mop of dark hair that betrays his son’s inactivity for today. He drops his briefcase by the door, scowling as he glances in the kitchen and finds Mary frowning into a pot. “What’s the boy doing inside?”

Mary jumps, not expecting her husband to suddenly appear like that, not having heard him pull into the driveway. She puts the lid over the soup and wipes her hands on her apron. “Sick,” she answers quickly, not sure how Richard is expecting her to answer. Not sure which of his personalities she’s playing with. Afraid an answer of such quick, unapologetic truth will sour quickly but blindly hopeful for the man she married. The man so eager to have children.

Richard hums, turning on his heel, and Mary’s heart stops as she realizes he’s going right for her Aaron. She fists her apron in her hands waiting in fear of what he intends to do.

He squats down by the sofa. “Aaron,” Richard calls softly. He brushes a thick strand of his son’s hair from his face, the lock heavy with his sweat. His hand swallows the cheek he strokes softly, Richard never really thinks about how small his son is. Now, as he sees Aaron’s body curled in on itself, fingers clutching his blanket to his face, and he can’t deny just how small the boy is. “Hey buddy,” he whispers when Aaron’s eyes start to flutter.

Aaron looks up at his father but does not utter a word.

“Come here,” Richard picks him up. Moving him so Aaron can wrap his arms around his father’s neck before Richard tucks his blanket snuggly around him.

“Where are you going?” Mary asks, stepping back when Richard stands and moves from the living room. She has no idea what his intentions are. To take Aaron up to his room? The poor boy could hardly make it down them this morning. She’d had to carry him to the couch in fear of the way his little legs had shaken under him. Is he silently boiling over with rage? Going to throw her baby out into the snow, command that he acts like a child. Go play with the others?

Richard presses a kiss to Aaron’s forehead, rubbing his back when he rises, soothing Aaron’s mindless whimper. “He hasn’t been able to see the snow,” Richard whispers, mindful of the boy tucked against his neck. He can feel his raging fever against his own skin, too hot to the touch. “Gonna cool him off,” Richard explains with a smile.

He steps out on the porch, smiling back at his wife as he shuts the door. Aaron shifts uncomfortably against his chest but Richard settles on one of the porch chairs and brings the edges of his coat up over him. The world is softened by the snow and the old groan of the chair Richard rocks them back and forth on. Aaron’s breathing becomes laborious, his little chest heaving as he rasps on each breath. The silence makes the awful sound deafening.

“You with me, buddy?” Richard asks, pressing his cold hand back to Aaron’s face. His son isn’t much of a talker, not even at three or in the rage of his terrible twos. He’s always just been much more content to watch and hum out his little replies. Odd behavior for people of most ages but it’s nearly alarming from a three-year-old. The way he cocks his head to the side when asked a question, a little hum before he conjures up a one 0r two-word response.

Today Aaron writhes against Richard, whimpering at the weight across his chest. The way his lungs feel as if they’re swelling but he’s too young to know the words. “Hurts,” he whispers. “Hard.” Each breath is hard to pull in as if his lungs are trying to squeeze shut around it. They ache deeply, all over.

Richard keeps rocking. Rubbing Aaron’s back and humming the faint tunes of songs under his breath until, eventually, Aaron falls back to sleep. He doesn’t carry the boy back inside until Mary calls them in for dinner. Richard holds his son through dinner, cherishing the way Aaron clings to him.

There will be very few moments like this ever again between father and son.

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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lungsofmumbai · 5 years ago

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THE AAREY vs METRO SAGA

CHAPTER ONE: THE FADNAVIS & THACKERAY ERA

What is Aarey?

The Aarey Milk Colony was established in 1949 as a government dairy farm on 1,287 hectares of land and was inaugurated by the then Prime Minister Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru in 1951. Over the years, the land has been diverted for other uses. A major portion of its green cover has been lost to new construction projects like the housing colony built by the Maharashtra Housing and Area Development and Film City.

Wildlife experts have estimated that the area has 48 species of reptiles and 12 amphibian species and 80 butterfly and moth species. It also has 16 species of mammals like leopard, deer, boar, jungle cats and 90 different types of spiders. Many of these species are under the Wildlife Protection Act, 1972.

(A part of the Aarey Colony)

Aarey is an area which starts from Powai and extends all the way till the Western Express Highway in Goregaon. It used to be a part of the Sanjay Gandhi National Park before being opened for commercial purposes and was again declared as a reserve forest. There are at least 27 tribal communities also residing in the colony, making it home to over 3,500 families of Warli Adivasis and other tribal groups that face displacement now.

What is the Issue?

The Save Aarey Movement was never against the metro being built, it was against the car shed which will be built in Aarey for the underground Colaba-Bandra-Seepz metro line. A metro car shed is where all the metro trains which will rest during the non-working hours. It is in the car shed that the trains will be washed, cleaned and repaired and maintained. It is the starting point for train operations every day.

The Colaba-Bandra-Seepz metro car shed is worth Rs 900 crores and Prime Minister Narendra Modi laid the foundation stone of the project on September 7, 2019. The MMRCL (Mumbai Metro Rail Corporation Limited) has earmarked 33 hectares (around 2%) of the Aarey Colony land for this car shed. The number of trees that fall in these 33 hectares of land is over 27,000.

The movement had started back in 2013 but found its momentum in the year 2019. Huge protests had erupted in Aarey Colony area in Mumbai on the night of October 4 and on October 5, 2019 when the MMRCL had begun to cut down trees for the Colaba-Bandra-Seepz Metro car shed.

After the Bombay High Court dismissed pleas opposing the decision to cut 2,646 trees for the Metro project on October 4th 2019, Mumbai civic authorities started cutting trees on a large scale at Aarey Colony. After this incident, the Bombay High Court ordered the petitioners to approach the Supreme Court and the National Green Tribunal. On October 7th 2019, the Supreme Court ordered the authorities and MMRCL to not cut down trees in the Aarey.

What is the current situation?

Ever since the Shiv Sena government came into power, the work on the Metro 3 car shed has been put on halt indefinitely. However, MMRCL has stated that 25% of the work for the metro shed is already completed, before the new government came into power. There are huge machines which lie idle at the construction site and ground leveling was also underway.

The entire area has been barricaded. Taking photographs and getting access to the construction site is not allowed and there is heavy security provided by the government. There are security guards at every entrance of the construction site and they do not allow people walking by to see what’s going on behind the barriers.

With the current government’s decision of halting the construction work on the metro shed, several other problems have surfaced. One of them being the Rs 4.3 crores loss occurring per day due to the delay. Till now there has been a total loss of Rs 270 crores on account of work stoppage. This decision will also decelerate the infrastructural projects in Mumbai. This would have a negative impact on the Central Government’s vision of ‘Make In India’.

(The construction work on hold)

Deven R Choksey, MD, KR Choksey, in an interview with Economic Times said, “State governments often cancel or stall projects granted during the last regime. This unnecessarily creates a huge amount of financial consequences for both investors as well as lenders, apart from raising the risk of defaulting by companies.”

He has further mentioned that these kinds of decisions will dissuade the corporates from taking up any more projects in the country. It will also dissuade the investors from coming to the country and from bankers to extending credit.

The new Maharashtra government has suggested about relocating the car shed to Goregaon’s SRPF (State Reserve Police Force) Ground. The State Government had set up a new panel to look into the Aarey issue and see if they could relocate the car shed to another area. The panel came up with same problems which were mentioned by the previous government of unavailability of land, financial implications, technical and operational difficulties.

(An aerial view of the construction site from the JVLR flyover)

If the State Government has to relocate the metro shed to Kanjurmarg, which is 7kms away from the last metro 3 station, Seepz, the trains would have to make dead trips to reach the depot. The metro line has been planned for a service frequency of 2 minutes and if the depot is shifted the crowd will increase at the station and thus will lead to defeating the very purpose of the metro. And there would be a Rs 1,700 crores cost escalation if the metro shed has to be relocated to another location.

CHAPTER TWO: CLIMATE VS DEVELOPMENT

CLIMATE

During the BJP led State Government, the then Chief Minister, Devendra Fadnavis’ standard response to the Aarey issue was ‘will grow more trees.’ He believed that trees had to be cut as development is also important.

According to a Firstpost article, “South Asian countries today are at a delicate threshold facing severe extreme weather conditions. A Global Climate Risk Index released at the Katowice Summit in Katowice, Poland, in 2018 showed that intense cyclones, excessive rainfall, and severe floods could make India and its neighbours among the worst affected countries in the world.”

India has resorted to afforestation without consulting local communities or conducting serious studies on it. As the Adivasi activist from Aarey Prakash Bhoir says, "The way most of these afforestation drives work is illogical and unscientific. How can you plant twenty-five trees at a mere spacing of a foot or less? What happens to the trees when they grow up? This proves that the approach is incorrect. Most of the saplings planted during afforestation projects die in this manner."

(A dry patch in Aarey)

An activist by the name Zoru Bhathena, who is representing petitioners in the Aarey tree felling case claimed that a substantial number of trees planted by the MMRCL during the work of Mumbai Metro 3 project are already dead. Later, the MMRCL itself admitted that only 36 per cent of the trees transplanted have survived. In a statement by a spokesperson of the MMRCL said that it transplanted 1,582 trees and 36 per cent of them i.e. 572 have survived.

There is evidence that afforestation programs may not be sufficient enough to reduce the climate crisis.

China's "The Sloping Land Conversion" program, one of the largest reforestation programs in the world aimed at "protecting biodiversity and improving environmental conditions", had a negative impact on the natural forests in the area after 13 years of implementation. Researchers found out that the rubber and pulpwood plantations had replaced natural forests on sloping lands. With the sharp increase in these plantations, the natural forests, shrubs and bushes decreased and were converted into pulpwood plantations. There is danger of carbon stock increasing if natural forests are replaced in this manner.

The article further stated that, “Researchers who examined 260 years of changes in European forest management found that despite a 10 percent increase in wooded land, the continent's forests have actually caused a slight increase in regional temperatures since 1750. This was attributed specifically to a shift from broad-leaved tree species like oak to more economically valuable conifer species like spruce and pine, which absorb more sunlight.”

Planting a sapling is the easiest part to regain green cover. The challenging part is the maintenance of the newly-planted saplings and ensuring that the saplings become robust trees. Most studies have found that survival rate of saplings is never 100 percent. Researches in Indianapolis and Philadelphia, which looked at street trees in the city of Detroit, found that high survival rates are critical during the first three years.

(A part of Metro shed which has been barricaded)

In Aarey the car shed is expected to consume an estimate of 50,000 litres of groundwater everyday for washing the metro. The residents of the Aarey Colony are worried that the car shed project will open the doors to other infrastructural projects too.

The cutting down of trees also leads to the increase in air pollution. As Mumbai doesn’t have a vast green cover, cutting down these trees will have an impact on both present and future generations. The World Health Organisation (WHO) suggests that air pollution is capable of affecting the health of people.

As mentioned earlier the Aarey forest is home to many species like leopards, deer, boars, jungle cats, reptiles and amphibians. Taking over the 33 acres of land to make a metro shed puts the habitat of the animals in danger. There have been many cases of leopard sightings in Mumbai, where these animals are found roaming on the streets of the city.

With the increase in the number of leopards in the Sanjay Gandhi National Park, it would be a lot more difficult to keep these animals in their habitat if the people keep cutting down trees to make infrastructural projects.

DEVELOPMENT

When it comes to development, Mumbai, one of the world’s densely populated cities with a population of 18.14 million people (as per Census 2011) accounts for slightly more than 6.16% of India’s economic growth. Mumbai’s public transport system consists of a suburban Indian rail network (Central, Western, Harbour), bus services as well as private black-and-yellow taxis, Uber and Ola services and autorickshaws.

The suburban rail network carries over 7.5 million commuters and public buses operated by Brihanmumbai Electric Supply and Transport (BEST) service carry about an approximate 3.65 million commuters every day.

(A double-decker BEST bus in Churchgate)

However, the quality of public transport infrastructure in Mumbai is on a rapid decline, which affects the time and energy spent by the citizens. Being one of the most important mode of transport, the railway network faces numerous challenges. The trains are already bursting with passengers at the peak hours.

According to an article by Youth Ki Awaaz, “In the last 10 years, 25,722 people have fallen off moving trains, of which 6,989 people died due to losing their grip while trying to get into a jam-packed boogie or hitting an electric pole while in motion. There have been alarming cases of deaths due to suffocation, heart attacks and seizures triggered due to a fatal drop in oxygen levels.”

The buses are unreliable as they get stuck during the peak hour traffic. The rickshaw walas and private taxi walas keep rejecting the travelers and Uber and Ola taxis are way too expensive for the common people of Mumbai. Hence, the need for metro.

The ticket price for the Mumbai metro varies from Rs 20 – 50 which is affordable for the common man. It is comparatively cheaper than autorickshaws and private taxis. Furthermore, the metro project will reduce the 2.5 lakhs metric tons of carbon footprint every year. As it will take out more than 50% of the vehicles from the roads such as autorickshaws, private cars and taxis. It will also reduce the number of people traveling in the suburban rails and BEST buses.

CHAPTER THREE: JANTA & ACTIVISTS KI SOCH

Views of the public:

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1rC6zJUG2UmfaGhJ4oywfA-Qoge0EWtqV

Interview with Reema Sushnar (Activist):

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1bs3fh3n88BTx-vXLt2pU-yfl35E0vmNn

Some of the points that can be taken from the above videos are the clear distinction between the thoughts of the general public and that of the activists and environmentalists. The general public are worried more about the money the government is losing due to the delay in the project. They are also more focused on their convenience and how they could save their time. As long as the trees are transplanted and afforestation happens, they are satisfied with the project.

The activists and environmentalists on the other hand would choose the lungs of Mumbai i.e. Aarey over development. They believe that the Metro 3 will not reduce the carbon emissions as it is an underground metro and will run on thermal power. They also believe that the metro reducing the number of vehicles on the road is just an assumption, as the rich would still prefer to travel in their own cars, the poor won’t be able to afford the ticket prices for the metro and will stick to the BEST buses and suburban rails.

CHAPTER FOUR: CONCLUSION

The fact is, the damage is already done. The previous regime had already taken over the 33 hectares of the land, begun the work and has completed 25 percent of it. To relocate the car shed to another area will just escalate the cost and increase the time overrun. Every delay would cause the exchequer several crores per day. As it is, the metro project is already delayed by a year and the effects caused by it cannot be reversed.

Unfortunately, the Aarey car shed has become a sore spot for both the political parties, that is, BJP and Shiv Sena respectively. The newly appointed panel of the Shiv Sena has also mentioned the same issues which were being faced by the BJP panel. And in the slug fest between the two parties the Mumbai citizens are the losers.

When it comes to afforestation, the government should not use fast growing trees as they have a negative impact on the environment. These trees are generally dry and can quickly catch fire. They also absorb large amount of the minerals from the soil and groundwater. This affects the growth of other trees in that area. Instead the government should plant native or indigenous trees. They should look into replanting trees like Dhaman, Shemat, Bhokar, Kahandal, Apta, Shivan and Subabul as these are some of the native and common trees found in Aarey.

BIBLIOGRAPHY AND REFERENCES

1. https://www.indiatoday.in/india/story/over-60-trees-transplanted-by-mmrcl-dead-claims-aarey-activist-1620745-2019-11-20

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Learn About the Dakinis: Fierce Female Messengers of Wisdom in Tibetan Buddhism

Read the stories of the Dakini—fierce female messengers of wisdom in Tibetan Buddhism to tap into your feminine power.

Chris Ensey

When I was eleven, I ran home on the last day of school and tore off my dress, literally popping the buttons off, feeling simultaneously guilty and liberated. I put on an old, torn pair of cutoff jean shorts, a white T-shirt, and blue Keds sneakers, and ran with my sister into the woods behind our old colonial New Hampshire house. We went to play in the brook burbling down the steep hill over the mossy rocks, through the evergreens and deciduous trees, the water colored rich red-brown by the tannins in the leaves of the maple trees. We would play and catch foot-long white suckerfish with our hands, and then put them back because we didn’t want to kill them.

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Sometimes we swam naked at night with friends at our summerhouse in the spring-fed lake 15 miles away, surrounded by pine, birch, spruce, and maple trees. I loved the feeling of the water caressing my skin like velvet, with the moon reflecting in the mirror-like lake. My sister and my friend Joanie and I would get on our ponies bareback and urge them into the lake until they were surging up and down with water rushing over our thighs and down the backs of the horses; they were swimming with us as we laughed, clinging onto their backs.

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When violent summer thunderstorms blew through, instead of staying in the old wooden house I would run and dance outside in the rain and thunder, scaring my mother. I liked to eat with my fingers, gnawing on pork chop bones and gulping down big glasses of milk, in a hurry to get back outside. I loved gnawing on bones. My mother would shake her head, saying in desperation, “Oh, darling, please, please eat with your fork! Heavens alive, I’m raising a barbarian!”

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Barbarian, I thought, that sounds great! I imagined women with long hair streaming out behind them, racing their horses over wide plains. I saw streaked sunrises on crisp mornings with no school, bones to gnaw on. This wildness was so much a part of me; I could never imagine living a life that didn’t allow for it.

But then I was a wife and a mother raising two young daughters, and that wild young barbarian seemed lifetimes away. Paul and I had been married for three years when we decided to move from Vashon Island back to Boulder, Colorado, and join Trungpa Rinpoche’s community. It was wonderful to be in a big, active community with many young parents. However, the strain of the early years, our inexperience, and our own individual growth led us to decide to separate and collaborate as co-parents.

In 1978, I had been a single mother for several years when I met an Italian filmmaker, Costanzo Allione, who was directing a film on the Beat poets of Naropa University. He interviewed me because I was Allen Ginsberg’s meditation instructor, and Allen, whom I had met when I was a nun in 1972, introduced me to Costanzo. In the spring of 1979, we were married in Boulder while he was finishing his film, which was called Fried Shoes Cooked Diamonds, and soon thereafter we moved to Italy. I got pregnant that summer while we were living in a trailer in an Italian campground on the ocean near Rome, and that fall we moved into a drafty summer villa in the Alban Hills near the town of Velletri.

When I was six months pregnant, my belly measured the size of a nine-months pregnant woman’s, so they did an ultrasound and discovered I was pregnant with twins. By this time I knew that my husband was a drug addict and unfaithful. I couldn’t speak the native language and felt completely isolated. In March of 1980, I gave birth to twins, Chiara and Costanzo; they were a little early, but each weighed over five pounds. I buckled down to nursing two babies, caring for my other two daughters, and dealing with my husband’s addiction, erratic mood swings, and physical abuse, which started during my pregnancy when he began to hit me.

My feelings of overwhelm and anxiety increased daily, and I began to wonder about how my life as a mother and a Western woman really connected with my Buddhist spirituality. How had things ended up like this? How had I lost that wild, independent girl and left my life as a nun, ending up in Italy with an abusive husband? It seemed that by choosing to disrobe, I had lost my path, and myself.

Then two months later, on June 1, 1980, I woke up from a night of broken sleep and stumbled into the room where Chiara and her brother Costanzo were sleeping. I nursed him first because he was crying, and then turned to her. She seemed very quiet. When I picked her up, I immediately knew: she felt stiff and light. I remembered the similar feeling from my childhood, picking up my small marmalade colored kitten that had been hit by a car and crawled under a bush to die. Around Chiara’s mouth and nose was purple bruising where blood had pooled; her eyes were closed, but her beautiful, soft amber hair was the same and she still smelled sweet. Her tiny body was there, but she was gone. Chiara had died of sudden infant death syndrome.

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The Buddhist stupa of Swayambhu in the Kathmandu Valley, Nepal.

Bikalpa Pokhrel

The Dakini Spirit

Following Chiara’s death came what I can only call a descent. I was filled with confusion, loss, and grief. Buffeted by raw, intense emotions, I felt more than ever that I desperately needed some female guidance. I needed to turn somewhere: to women’s stories, to women teachers, to anything that would guide me as a mother, living this life of motherhood—to connect me to my own experience as a woman and as a serious Buddhist practitioner on the path. I needed the stories of dakinis—fierce female messengers of wisdom in Tibetan Buddhism. But I really didn’t know where to turn. I looked into all kinds of resources, but I couldn’t find my answers.

At some point in my search, the realization came to me: I have to find them myself. I have to find their stories. I needed to research the life stories of the Buddhist women of the past and see if I could discover some thread, some key that would help unlock the answers about the dakinis and guide me through this passage. If I could find the dakinis, I would find my spiritual role models—I could see how they did it. I could see how they made the connections between mother, wife, and woman . . . how they integrated spirituality with everyday life challenges.

About a year later, I was in California doing a retreat with my teacher, Namkhai Norbu Rinpoche, who was teaching a practice called Chöd that involved invoking the presence of one of the great female masters of Tibetan Buddhism, Machig Labdrön. And in this practice there is an invocation, in which you visualize her as a young, dancing, 16-year-old white dakini. So there I was doing this practice with him, and for some reason that night he kept repeating it. We must have done it for several hours. Then during the section of the practice where we invoked Machig Labdrön, I suddenly had the vision of another female form emerging out of the darkness.

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What I saw behind her was a cemetery from which she was emerging. She was old, with long, pendulous breasts that had fed many babies; golden skin; and gray hair that was streaming out. She was staring intensely at me, like an invitation and a challenge. At the same time, there was incredible compassion in her eyes. I was shocked because this woman wasn’t what I was supposed to be seeing. Yet there she was, approaching very close to me, her long hair flowing, and looking at me so intensely. Finally, at the end of this practice, I went up to my teacher and said, “Does Machig Labdrön ever appear in any other forms?”

He looked at me and said, “Yes.” He didn’t say any more.

I went to bed that night and had a dream in which I was trying to get back to Swayambhu Hill in Nepal, where I’d lived as a nun, and I felt an incredible sense of urgency. I had to get back there and it wasn’t clear why; at the same time, there were all kinds of obstacles. A war was going on, and I struggled through many barriers to finally reach the hill, but the dream didn’t complete itself. I woke up still not knowing why I was trying to return.

The next night I had the same dream. It was slightly different, and the set of obstacles changed, but the urgency to get back to Swayambhu was just as strong. Then on the third night, I had the same dream again. It is really unusual to have the same dream again and again and again, and I finally realized that the dreams were trying to tell me I had to go back to Swayambhu; they were sending me a message. I spoke to my teacher about the dreams and asked, “Does this seem like maybe I should actually go there?”

He thought about it for a while; again, he simply answered, “Yes.”

I decided to return to Nepal, to Swayambhu, to find the stories of women teachers. It took several months of planning and arrangements, a key part being to seek out the biographies of the great female Buddhist teachers. I would use the trip to go back to the source and find those yogini stories and role models I so desperately needed. I went alone, leaving my children in the care of my husband and his parents. It was an emotional and difficult decision, since I had never been away from my children, but there was a deep calling within me that I had to honor and trust.

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Back in Nepal, I found myself walking up the very same staircase, one step after another, up the Swayambhu Hill, which I had first climbed in 1967. Now it was 1982, and I was the mother of three. When I emerged at the top, a dear friend of mine was there to greet me, Gyalwa, a monk I had known since my first visit. It was as though he was expecting me. I told him I was looking for the stories of women, and he said, “Oh, the life stories of dakinis. Okay, come back in a few days.”

And so I did. When I returned, I went into his room in the basement of the monastery, and he had a huge Tibetan book in front of him, which was the life story of Machig Labdrön, who’d founded the Chöd practice and had emerged to me as a wild, gray-haired dakini in my vision in California. What evolved out of that was research, and eventually the birth of my book Women of Wisdom, which tells my story and provides the translation of six biographies of Tibetan teachers who were embodiments of great dakinis. The book was my link to the dakinis, and it also showed me, from the tremendous response the book received, that there was a real need—a longing—for the stories of great women teachers. It was a beautiful affirmation of the need for the sacred feminine.

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Brooke Lark

Coming Out of the Dark

During the process of writing Women of Wisdom, I had to do research on the history of the feminine in Buddhism. What I discovered was that for the first thousand years in Buddhism, there were few representations of the sacred feminine, although there were women in the Buddhist sangha (community) as nuns and lay householder devotees, and the Buddha’s wife and the stepmother who raised him had a somewhat elevated status. But there were no female buddhas and no feminine principles, and certainly no dakinis. It was not until the traditional Mahayana Buddhist teachings joined with the Tantric teachings and developed into Vajrayana or Tantric Buddhism in the eighth century, that we began to see the feminine emerge with a larger role.

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Before we continue, I want to distinguish here between neo-Tantra and more traditional Tantric Buddhism. Most people these days who see the word Tantra think about neo-Tantra, which has developed in the West as a form of sacred sexuality derived from, but deviating significantly from, traditional Buddhist or Hindu Tantra. Neo-Tantra offers a view of sexuality that contrasts with the repressive attitude toward sexuality as nonspiritual and profane.

Buddhist Tantra, also known as Vajrayana (Indestructible Vehicle), is much more complex than neo-Tantra and embedded in meditation, deity yoga, and mandalas—it is yoga with an emphasis on the necessity of a spiritual teacher and transmission. I will use the words Tantra and Vajrayana interchangeably throughout this book. Tantra uses the creative act of visualization, sound, and hand gestures (mudras) to engage our whole being in the process of meditation. It is a practice of complete engagement and embodiment of our whole being. And within Buddhist Tantra, often sexuality is used as a meta-phor for the union of wisdom and skillful means. Although sexual practice methods exist, Buddhist Tantra is a rich and complex spiritual path with a long history, whereas neo-Tantra is an extraction from traditional Tantric sexual practices with some additions that have nothing to do with it. So here when I say Tantra or Vajrayana, I am referring not to neo-Tantra but to traditional Buddhist Tantra.

Tantric Buddhism arose in India during the Pala Empire, whose kings ruled India primarily between the eighth and eleventh centuries. Remember that Buddhism had already existed for more than a thousand years by this time, so Vajrayana was a late development in the history of Buddhism. The union of Buddhism and Tantra was considered to be in many ways the crown jewel of the Pala period.

Although the origins of Buddhist Tantra are still being debated by scholars, it seems that it arose out of very ancient pre-Aryan roots represented in Shaktism and Saivism combining with Mahayana Buddhism. Though there is still scholarly debate about the origins of Vajrayana, Tibetans say it was practiced and taught by the Buddha. If we look at the Pala period, we find a situation where the Buddhist monks have been going along for more than a thousand years, and they have become very intellectually astute, developing various schools of sophisticated philosophy, Buddhist universities, and a whole culture connected to Buddhism that is very strong and alive. But at this point the monks have also become involved with politics, and have begun to own land and animals and to receive jewels and other riches as gifts from wealthy patrons. They also have become rather isolated from the lay community, living a sort of elite, intellectual, and rather exclusive existence.

The Tantric revolution—and it was a revolution in the sense that it was a major turning point—took place within that context. When the Tantric teachings joined Buddhism, we see the entrance of the lay community, people who were working in the everyday world, doing ordinary jobs and raising children. They might come from any walk of life: jewelers, farmers, shopkeepers, royalty, cobblers, blacksmiths, wood gatherers, to name a few. They worked in various kinds of occupations, including housewives. They were not monks who had isolated themselves from worldly life, and their spiritual practice reflected their experiences. There are many early tales, called the Siddha Stories, of people who lived and worked in ordinary situations, and who by turning their life experiences into a spiritual practice achieved enlightenment.

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There are also some stories of enlightened women practitioners and teachers in early Buddhism. We see a blossoming of women gurus, and also the presence of female Buddhas and, of course, the dakinis. In many stories, these women taught the intellectual monks in a very direct, juicy way by uniting spirituality with sexuality; they taught based on using, rather than renouncing, the senses. Their teachings took the learned monks out of the monastery into real life with all its rawness, which is why several of the Tantric stories begin with a monk in a monastic university who has a visitation from a woman that drives him out in search of something beyond the monastic walls.

Tantric Buddhism has a genre of literature called “praise of women,” in which the virtues of women are extolled. From the Candamaharosana Tantra: “When one speaks of the virtues of women, they surpass those of all living beings. Wherever one finds tenderness or protectiveness, it is in the minds of women. They provide sustenance to friends and strangers alike. A woman who is like that is as glorious as Vajrayogini herself.”

There is no precedent for this in Buddhist literature, but in Buddhist Tantric texts, writings urge respect for women, and stories about the negative results of failing to recognize the spiritual qualities of women are present. And in fact, in Buddhist Tantra, the fourteenth root of downfall is the failure to recognize all women as the embodiment of wisdom.

In the Tantric period, there was a movement abolishing barriers to women’s participation and progress on the spiritual path, offering a vital alternative to the monastic universities and ascetic traditions. In this movement, one finds women of all castes, from queens and princesses to outcasts, artisans, winemakers, pig herders, courtesans, and housewives.

For us today, this is important as we are looking for female models of spirituality that integrate and empower women, because most of us will not pursue a monastic life, yet many of us have deep spiritual longings. Previously excluded from teaching men or holding positions of leadership, women—for whom it was even questioned whether they could reach enlightenment—were now pioneering, teaching, and assuming leadership roles, shaping and inspiring a revolutionary movement. There were no institutional barriers preventing women from excelling in this tradition. There was no religious law or priestly caste defining their participation.

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Dakini Symbols

Another important part of the Tantric practice is the use of symbols surrounding and being held by the deities. The first and probably most commonly associated symbol of the dakini is what’s called the trigug in Tibetan, the kartari in Sanskrit, and in English, “the hooked knife.” This is a crescent-shaped knife with a hook on the end of the blade and a handle that is ornamented with different symbols. It’s modeled from the Indian butcher’s knife and sometimes called a “chopper.” The hook on the end of the blade is called the “hook of compassion.” It’s the hook that pulls sentient beings out of the ocean of suffering. The blade cuts through self-clinging, and through the dualistic split into the great bliss. The cutting edge of the knife is representative of the cutting quality of wisdom, the wisdom that cuts through self-deception. To me it is a powerful symbol of the wise feminine, because I find that often women tend to hang on too long and not cut through what needs to be cut through. We may hang on to relationships that are unhealthy, instead of ending what needs to be ended. The hooked knife is held in the dakini’s raised right hand; she must grasp this power and be ready to strike. The blade is the shape of the crescent moon, and the time of the month associated with the dakini is ten days after the full moon, when the waning moon appears as a crescent at dawn; this is the twenty-fifth day of the lunar cycle and is called Dakini Day in the Tibetan calendar. When I come out early on those days and it is still dark, I look up and see the crescent moon; it always reminds me of the dakini’s knife.

The other thing about the dakinis is that they are dancing. So this is an expression when all bodily movements become the expression of enlightened mind. All activities express awakening. Dance is also an expression of inner ecstasy. The dakini has her right leg raised and her left leg extended. The raised right leg symbolizes absolute truth. The extended left leg rests on the ground, symbolizing the relative truth, the truth about being in the world, the conventional truth. She’s also naked, so what does that mean? She symbolizes naked awareness—the unadorned truth, free from deception. And she is standing on a corpse, which symbolizes that she has overcome self-clinging; the corpse represents the ego. She has overcome her own ego.

The dakini also wears bone jewelry, gathered from the charnel-ground bones and carved into ornaments: She wears anklets, a belt like an apron around her waist, necklaces, armbands, and bracelets. Each one of these has various meanings, but the essential meaning of all the bone ornaments is to remind us of renunciation and impermanence. She’s going beyond convention; fear of death has become an ornament to wear. We think of jewels as gold or silver or something pretty, but she’s taken that which is considered repulsive and turned it into an ornament. This is the transformation of the obstructed patterns into wisdom, taking what we fear and expressing it as an ornament.

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The dakinis tend to push us through blockages. They appear during challenging, crucial moments when we might be stymied in our lives; perhaps we don’t know what to do next and we are in transition. Maybe an obstacle has arisen and we can’t figure out how to get around or get through—then the dakinis will guide us. If in some way we’re stuck, the dakinis will appear and open the way, push us through; sometimes the energy needs to be forceful, and that’s when the wrathful manifestation of a dakini appears. Another important aspect of the dakini’s feminine energy is how they cut through notions of pure and impure, clean and unclean, what you should do and shouldn’t do; they break open the shell of those conventional structures into an embrace of all life in which all experience is seen as sacred.

Practicing Tibetan Buddhism more deeply, I came to realize that the dakinis are the undomesticated female energies—spiritual and erotic, ecstatic and wise, playful and profound, fierce and peaceful—that are beyond the grasp of the conceptual mind. There is a place for our whole feminine being, in all its guises, to be present.

Excerpted from Wisdom Rising: Journey into the Mandala of the Empowered Feminine by Lama Tsultrim Allione. Enliven Books, May 2018. Reprinted with permission.

About the Author

Lama Tsultrim Allione is the founder and resident teacher of Tara Mandala, a retreat center located outside of Pagosa Springs, Colorado. She is the best-selling author of Women of Wisdom and Feeding Your Demons. Recognized in Tibet as the reincarnation of a renowned eleventh-century Tibetan yogini, she is one of the only female lamas in the world today. Learn more at taramandala.org.

Excerpted from Wisdom Rising: Journey into the Mandala of the Empowered Feminine by Lama Tsultrim Allione. Enliven Books, May 2018. Reprinted with permission.

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PETER O'TOOLE.

Filmography

1959 The Devil's Teeth

1960 Bank of England robbery

1960 Kidnapped as Robin Mac Gregor.

1962 Lawrence of Arabia

1964 Becket

1965 Heart of Darkness

1965 Lord Jim

1965 What's up, Pussycat?

1966 How to steal a million and ...

1966 The Bible

1967 The Night of the Generals

1967 Casino Royale

1968 The Lion in Winter

1968 Catherine the Great

1969 Goodbye Mr. Chips

1970 Not all love is beautiful

1971 Murphy's War

1972 Under Milk Wood

1972 The ruling class

1972 Man from La Mancha

1975 I, Friday

1978 Assault on power

1979 Zulu Dawn

1979 Caligula

1980 Profession: the specialist

1981 The Antagonists: Masada (TV)

1982 My Favorite Year

1983 Svengali

1984 Supergirl

1985 Creator

1986 Paradise Club

1987 The Last Emperor

1988 Ghost Hotel

1990 The Rainbow Thief

1991 Rafi, a king of weight

1996 Gulliver's Travels (TV)

1997 Fairy tale

1998 Phantoms

1999 Joan of Arc (Joan of Arc) (TV)

1999 Molokai: The Story of Father Damien

2002 Rock my World

2003 Augustus, the First Emperor (TV)

2003 Hitler: Reign of Evil (TV)

2003 Bright Young Things

2004 Troy (Troy)

2005 Casanova (TV)

2005 Lassie

2006 Venus

2007 Ratatouille

2007 Stardust

2008 Dean Spanley

2009 The Tudors

2011 Cristiada.

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Scritti Politti – A Slow Soul (Songs to Remember / Rough Trade, 1982)

The Tubs – I Don't Know How it Works (single / Prefect, 2020)

Anthony Moore – Catch a Falling Star (OUT / Drag City, 1976/2020)

Tappi Tíkarrass – Íþróttir (Miranda / Gramm, 1983)

Astute Palate – No Queen (Astute Palate / Petty Bunco, 2020)

Resavoir – Ill Wind (live) (Wild Violet compilation benefitting Chicago Community Jail Support)

Beau Wanzer – Busted and Bamboozled (Busted and Bamboozled / Ophism, 2020)

The Klinik – Braindamage (Melting Close + Sabotage / Antler, 1987)

Twinkeyz – E.S.P. (single / Grok, 1978)

Lead – Romance Tomorrow (excerpt) (Lead 2 / Radical Documents, 2020)

Dana Gillespie – Andy Warhol (Peephole in My Brain comp / Grapefruit, 1971/2020)

Rupert Hine – Kerosene (Pick Up a Bone / Purple/Capitol, 1971)

Leila – Melodicore (Like Weather / Modern Love, 1998/2020)

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Vladislav Delay/Sly Dunbar/Robbie Shakespeare – 521 (500-Push-Up / Sub Rosa, 2020)

Liars – Rose and Licorice (Atheists, Reconsider EP / Version City, 2004)

Milk Music – Beyond Living (Beyond Living / self-released, 2010)

Sylvie Marks – Baby Take Me a Little Bit Higher (single / Bpitch Control, 2001)

Adulkt Life – Room Context (Book of Curses / What’s Your Rupture?, 2020)

Savoy Motel – Crossword Puzzle (Love Your Face / Official Memorabilia, 2020)

Deep Purple – Blood Sucker (In Rock / Warner Bros., 1970)

Prisonshake – 2 Sisters (single / Scat, 1993)

Cherokee – Girl I’ve Got News for You (single / ABC, 1971)

The Toms – Til the End of the Day (The 1979 Sessions / Feel It, 2020)

The Presidents – 5-10-15-20 (25-30 Years of Love) (single / Sussex, 1970)

Subway Sect – Different Story (single / Rough Trade, 1978)

Rockin’ Horse – Don’t You Ever Think I Cry (Yes it Is / Philips, 1971 – Sing Sing 2013 re)

The PeeChees – Grease (Cup of Glory EP / Kill Rock Stars, 1994)

John Foxx – A New Kind of Man (Metamatic / Metal Beat, 1980)

Factory Floor – A Wooden Box (Untitled / Blast First Petite, 2010)

Identified Patient – The Female Medical College of Pennsylvania (single / Common Thread, 2016)

The Van Pelt – The Speeding Train (single / Art Monk Construction, 1997)

Guardian Singles – Never Gonna See the Rain Again (Guardian Singles / Moral Support, 2020)

The Mob – Witch Hunt (JD Twitch Re-Edit) (Ten Inches of Fear / RVNG INTL, 2008)

The Jesus and Mary Chain – Rollercoaster (single / Blanco y Negro, 1992)

Otis Redding & Carla Thomas – Knock on Wood (King & Queen / Stax, 1967)

Charles Earland – One for Scotty (Soul Story / Prestige, 1972)

The Main Ingredient – Work to Do (Afrodisiac / RCA, 1973)

Theo Parrish – Hennyweed Buckdance (Wuddaji / Sound Signature, 2020)

Désaccord Majeur – M.O.E.R. (Sunquake EP / A Colourful Storm, 2020)

Pigeons – Buoy (single / Soft Abuse, 2015)

Small World Experience – Leave (Shelf-Life / Siltbreeze, 1994/2016)

Vital Idles – My Sentiments (single / Not Unloved, 2016)

Teenage Fanclub – Every Picture I Paint (A Catholic Education / Matador, 1990)

Ruth – Mescalito (single / Poutre Apparante, 2007)

Speed – Speed (single / Real, 1995)

The Rolling Stones – Child of the Moon (single / London, 1968)

Comet Gain – I Was More of a Mess Then (single / Tapete, 2018)

Karen Dalton – In the Evening (It’s So Hard to Tell Who’s Going to Love You the Best / Capitol, 1969)

Dick Diver – Waste the Alphabet (Melbourne, Florida / Trouble in Mind, 2015)

Polvo – Vibracobra (Cor-Crane Secret / Merge, 1992)

Tar – Goethe (Jackson / Amphetamine Reptile, 1991)

Big Black – Kerosene (Atomizer / Homestead, 1986)

Karp – I’d Rather Be Clogging (single / Punk in My Vitamins, 1994)

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Taking Stock by A. L. Lester

Historical Gay Romance

It's 1972.

Fifteen years ago, teenage Laurie Henshaw came to live at Webber’s Farm with his elderly uncle and settled in to the farming life. Now, age thirty-two, he has a stroke in the middle of working on the farm. As he recovers, he has to come to terms with the fact that some of his new limitations are permanent and he’s never going to be as active as he used to be. Will he be able to accept the helping hands his friends extend to him?

With twenty successful years in the City behind him, Phil McManus is hiding in the country after his boyfriend set him up to take the fall for an insider trading deal at his London stockbroking firm. There’s not enough evidence to prosecute anyone, but not enough to clear him either. He can’t bear the idea of continuing his old stagnating life in the city, or going back to his job now everyone knows he’s gay.

Thrown together in a small country village, can Phil and Laurie forge a new life that suits the two of them and the makeshift family that gathers round them? Or are they too tied up in their own shortcomings to recognise what they have?

A 1970s historical gay romance peripheral to the Lost in Time universe. Stand alone, not paranormal.

A gentle story about two people who are hurt and angry and tired, finding their way toward each other and healing.

4 out of 5 fairies

Taking Stock is sweet. Honestly, I was little worried this was going to be a bit boring and dry. Instead, I kind of felt like I was watching a Lifetime movie unfold. It's sweet, and although I wouldn't say it's very fast-paced, but the way Lester writes, the slow pace feels right. Normally that sort of thing would drive me up the wall, but curled up with a hot cup of tea and a warm blanket on a cool night this was the perfect sweet escape. If you like Lifetime movies and love reading, you'll fall in love with this book.

Excerpt

Phil found his feet turning up the lane toward Webber’s Farm a couple of days after his meeting with Laurie Henshaw almost without thought. He had got in to the habit of walking regularly early on in his sojourn in the cottage. Some days he took sandwiches in the knapsack he’d bought and just went up the footpath at the top of the lane and headed off into the winter woods. It was quiet and peaceful and he found that if he could get in to a swinging rhythm, one foot in front of the other, the swirl of anger and betrayal that seemed to accompany him like a cloud quieted, gradually draining down in to the earth as he walked.

Today though, rather than his feet taking him up the hill in to the burgeoning spring, they took him down toward the farm. Henshaw…Laurie…had grabbed his interest in a way that nobody had for months. The man had been on his last legs sitting in the Post Office and his frustration with himself had been obvious. Phil had enjoyed coaxing a smile out of him. Sitting in the farmhouse kitchen with the quiet warmth of the Rayburn at his back, he’d spoken more about his personal life to a complete stranger than he had opened up to anyone since that awful day when Adrian had got him out of the police station.

It would only be neighbourly to pop in and see if he was all right. That’s what people did in the country, didn’t they? Phil had been here months now, apart from a brief visit to Aunt Mary over Christmas and New Year, and if he was going to be here much longer he should probably make an effort to get to know people properly.

That made him pause for thought. Was he going to be here much longer?

He didn’t know.

He walked through the farmyard cautiously. He knew enough to go to the back door, not the front. The two sheepdogs who had cursorily examined him earlier in the week shot out of the open porch and circled round, barking and wagging cheerfully. No need to knock, then. He did, regardless. And called out “Anyone home?”

“In here,” Laurie’s voice answered, distantly. “Come in, whoever you are!”

He stepped in to the porch, past a downstairs bathroom and through the scullery with its stone-flagged floor, and pushed the door into the kitchen fully open.

Laurie was washing up. His stick was hooked on the drainer and he was resting against the sink with one hip. He turned as Phil came in, propping the final plate on the pile beside the soapy water and reaching for the tea-towel flung over his shoulder to dry his hands.

“Mr McManus! Phil, I mean,” he corrected himself, “what can I do for you?”

Phil paused. He hadn’t got this far in his head. He had just…walked.

“Erm. I was just passing?” he tried. His voice lifted at the end, in a question.

“You were?” Laurie looked at him, one side of his mouth twisted up in a little smile. Or was that the side affected by the stroke? He didn’t know. Didn’t matter, anyway.

“Yes. I was.” He made his voice firmer. “Sally is at my place this morning, so I thought you might let me hide here.”

“Only if you’ll let me retreat to your place when she’s cross with me,” Laurie replied. “Although that will probably mean I have to move in, at least for the moment.” He pulled a face.

“Have you upset her?”

“No. Yes. Sort of….” He turned toward the Rayburn and dragged the kettle on to the hotplate. “She wasn’t very happy about me over-doing it the other day. Patsy told tales on me.”

“Ah. Yes, I can see that. She obviously cares about you a great deal. She talks about you all the time when she comes up to do the cottage.” He paused. “Have you been together long?”

Laurie choked and dropped one of the tea-cups he was moving from the drainer to the table. He fumbled for it and at the same time Phil stooped to catch it. They both missed and it smashed on the stone floor into a thousand tiny pieces. “Shit!” Laurie said, trying stifle his coughing. “That was one of the good ones, too.”

He bent to pick up the pieces, still choking and Phil said, “Stop it, you bloody fool, let me. It’s everywhere.” He put his hands on Laurie’s shoulders and pushed him upward from his bent position and then back and down, in to one of the kitchen chairs. Laurie’s leg gave as he sat and he made the final descent with an unglamorous wobble.

He was still coughing. “Sally!” he got out, around between coughs. “Bloody hell!”

“Where’s the dustpan?” Phil asked, ignoring him.

Laurie gestured to the cupboard under the sink. “Under there.”

It was the work of moments to sweep it all up, on his knees at Laurie’s feet. Thankfully it had been empty. He rested back on his heels with with full dustpan. “Where does it go?”

“Put it in one of the flower-pots on the window-sill,” Laurie said, gesturing. “I’ll stick in the bottom of a pot for drainage when I plant the new ones up.”

Phil nodded and got to his feet. He lurched as he did so and steadied himself on Laurie’s knee as he rose. Warm, he thought. The man smelled nice. A mixture of soap and fresh air and woodsmoke. “Ooops,” he said, pushing himself upright. “Sorry.”

Laurie grinned at him as they briefly made eye contact. Something flickered in his eyes. “Not a problem,” he said. He pointed at the window-sill behind the sink. “Knock those dead chives in the middle pot out the window in to the yard.” He grinned again, but it was a different sort of smile this time, with slightly too many teeth. “I can’t really balance to water them properly at the moment anyway.”

Phil opened the window and emptied the dead plants outside ad then tipped the pieces of crockery in as instructed. He replaced the dustpan under the sink and stood up and leaned against it, crossing his arms. “Doesn’t Sally help with that sort of thing?” he asked, looking down at the other man.

“No. Yes. Sometimes.” Laurie wouldn’t meet his eye and started to stand. “Sit down, let me get a new cup.”

Phil put his hand back on his shoulder and gently but firmly pushed him back down on to the chair. “What do you mean?” he asked, in a voice that matched his grip, “No-yes-sometimes covers all the wickets.” He removed his hand and turned round to collect another cup and saucer, moving past Laurie to put it on the table beside him and then reaching to pull the kettle off the Rayburn and put both tea-leaves and the boiling water in the teapot.

He brought the teapot over and put it on the cork table-mat in the middle of the table before opening the pantry door and rummaging in the fridge for the milk-jug. Laurie sat and let him, watching him slightly warily.

As Phil sat down and folded his arms again, waiting for the tea to brew, Laurie muttered, “I told her not to do it.”

“You told her not to do it?” Phil repeated. “Ah, I see.” And he did, in a way. He wouldn’t be in Laurie’s shoes for anything.

Laurie worked his thumb over and over one of the whorls of wood in the table-top. It was smoothed from long use. “I hate it, Phil,” he said in a low voice. “I hate not being able to do all the simple things. It makes me feel useless, having them all run round after me.”

“You’d rather let the plants die than accept help?”

Laurie bit his lip and continued to worry at the knot in the table. “It sounds daft when you put it like that,” he said.

Phil didn’t say anything.

“Okay, I know it’s daft.” He looked up and met Phil’s eyes, his own anguished. “But I hate it,” he said, vehemently. “I hate it, Phil.”

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