True art has the power to challenge the spirit, disturb the soul and move Heaven and Earth alike. I’ve just partly watched one of my movie collection; one which at first I thought over-lauded and over stuffed with big name actors and actresses—but as far as I’m into it already, I can say that it is the most powerful rendering of the play that I’ve ever had the fortune to view. The name? What’s in a name … a smelly old sock by any other name would honk as much … but it’s Hamlet (Kenneth Branagh version). ——>
ANYWAY, ON WITH THE
show. “Names” … some of which we’ve seen before. Big names, little names, notorious names and the anonymous little riff-raff that history is made of.
Here’s a damsel who lived, and presumably died, about two thousand years ago.
Sadly I didn’t get the source so can’t give it a credit; and neither can I give her a name. Bummer. But she rang my bell and rolled away the wall of years (something art can do) — and from memory she may be one of the many who went under the mallet in Pompeii when Vesuvius erupted.
is a wee plaque that carries the name of the only woman ever legally murdered in New Zealand. In retrospect she’d have gotten off the charges today as the evidence against her was all conjecture, circumstantial, suppositions, guesswork and so forth—
—the name of Minnie Dean was used for many years to terrify infants, little children and bigger kids into obedience. Words to the effect of “You shut up and go to sleep, right now, or Minnie will come and get ya!” Yeah, sure, that’ll work …
From memory, late autumn.
The name? Queens Park.
In Invercargill (home of the world’s southernmost Starbucks).
A fairy on a wee bronze fountain in Queens Park. No name given, but I call her the Kung Fu Fairy—at the top of the bronze column a completely naked wee lad (in bronze) getting well sopperated by endless jets of water. Brrr. The statue was unveiled by HM the Q Mother and I wonder if in the mores of the time the unnamed city fathers decked him out with swimming shorts or similar …
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY
similar, a name that doesn’t need be named ‘cos we all know it—
—one Tinker Bell (Tinker Belle? She’s sweet enough …) sitting on the soggy shoulder of ol’ Wossisface after an evening shower.
AND TO FINISH
a wee thingy Spouse and I found among the granite balls (roundish rocks) being swirled and tossed about in the surf of a Scottish beach (Findochty). It would fit and rattle inside a standard household matchbox,
is made from white stone of some kind, and looks pretty much the same from the other side. If someone could give me a reasonable name for it I’d be fairly impressed and most grateful.