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Swear Not By the Moon
April 06, 2004, 9:27 p.m. There’s this Creepy Guy in my Studies of Religion class. Why are all the “characters” at uni populating my Religion classes? Anyway. He’s weirdly intense and unshaven, and he always comes to the lectures late. He asks odd questions that show he hasn’t actually been listening to the lecture, he’s just been off in some other world, and come back, grasped hold of one comment and spun off on a tangent with it. Today we had a screening of Jesus of Montreal for said class, and he turned up (late!) and sat down rightnextto Sixten, and rested his arm on her camera kit (this huge metal case that she’s been lugging around for her Video Production course). Then he was asking all these questions afterwards, and we were just kind of politely backing away. The film was pretty good – Jesus, I mean, Daniel Coulombe, was pretty cute. It’s a favourite of my tutor’s. It’s not a bad film, but I wasn’t particularly moved by it. It’s supposed to be a retelling of the Jesus story, in a modern setting, but I don’t really see how this guy was meant to be Jesus – he was just a nice guy, he didn’t do anything particularly spectacular. Maybe that’s the point – the filmmaker’s either saying, in this day and age, just being nice makes you comparable to Jesus, or that Jesus was just basically a nice guy, nothing more. But you’ve got to be more than just a nice guy to end up inspiring a religion that counts a third of the world’s population amongst its flock. That’s basically the most populous religion out there. I was walking home, and I got to see the moon just after it was risen, clouds drifting in front of it like silk scarves across the face of an odalisque. It was beautiful. Nothing gets at me like the moon. Maybe fog. We had some lovely fog this morning. Man, I need to move to the Yorkshire wilds and go roaming across moors (in the gloaming!). It calls to me. Anyway, I have reading to do and oh shit, I have something else to hand in tomorrow, but it’s okay, cause I’m just meant to be handing it in to a friend, but dammit, I dislike getting behind in my work. Can you believe it’s almost Easter?
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