Friday, 30 September 2016
Thursday, 29 September 2016
Wednesday, 28 September 2016
Tuesday, 27 September 2016
Monday, 26 September 2016
Sunday, 25 September 2016
Saturday, 24 September 2016
|I can say this is not OK because I developed it and so it's my fault.|
Be sure to let me know if you find a way to pursue this path of analysis without reaching the conclusion "nothing about this hobby is OK."
Friday, 23 September 2016
Thursday, 22 September 2016
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
Tuesday, 20 September 2016
So yeah. The heart is a dangerous thing. Being in love is powerful; it remakes you, transforms you, for good and ill. I mean, I could talk about how it changes your chemistry, how having loved and lost brings irreversible changes to a person. It defines us. It is where we come from.
Monday, 19 September 2016
Sunday, 18 September 2016
Saturday, 17 September 2016
As I wrote a couple of weeks ago, I had spent a year not listening to music, and when I reconnected with music, thanks to an mp3 player that my friend Emily had given me, I found that something had changed. I'd decided to shove the whole contents of my mp3 library onto it, and put it onto shuffle for a month, just to see what came out, what moved me. This is the account of one day in October 2012, during my rediscovery of music.
Friday, 16 September 2016
|I just pulled them out, and thought, "I wonder if I still have the stickers," and I do! This was quite exciting.|
Wednesday, 14 September 2016
Go without water or food or the net to catch you, should you fall;
Go blind but seeing only the hope that you will find;
Go and have the faith to carry the ones who love you,
Go without a thought of onward,
Monday, 12 September 2016
|Mia Sara in Legend, when she gets turned evil (but only for a bit).|
Sunday, 11 September 2016
And Colin Firth was in love with you
Only he was dying, and he was too uptight
To declare his passion until it was time
For him to be carried to his deathbed.
You told me afterwards, though,
As we walked from a fairground to a locker room
Where we were going to put our things
(We were younger, student age I think)
That you had fallen in love with a girl,
And you would not tell me her name.
It was clear to me that your lover had made you unhappy.
I for my part did very little, only waited impatiently
For you to choose a locker in which to put your things
So that I might put my things in the locker next to yours.
Friday, 9 September 2016
|sian: now 20% less empathic.|
Thursday, 8 September 2016
Wednesday, 7 September 2016
Monday, 5 September 2016
|They're already making icons of her. They have been for ages.|
Sunday, 4 September 2016
Hanging here in ugliness, battered artless asymmetry
Washed up, ruined, stained and wreathed in frayed forgotten ropes,
Salvaged, lifted, turned from side to side, examined,
Lashed together loosely, holding fast, an invitation.
Come: rest among these anything-but-casual components,
Come rest among these common things,
The recognition of suffering, the joining of discarded parts,
Battered in the waters, given stillness.
Made whole in rebirth in this narrative of life,
Forgotten, discarded and abandoned to destruction;
Remade, rebuilt, regiven life, regiven beauty.
Friday, 2 September 2016
Thursday, 1 September 2016
I’ve known her all my life, which sounds glib, but she was there the day I was born.
I grew up looking forward to seeing her, and the first time I fell in love, I fell in love with her.
I still look out for her, forget everything I ever learned about life when she’s here.
I know she’s not exclusive, makes the same promises to anybody interested.
I haven’t been so faithful myself. I’ve had others, and they’ve run hot and cold.
But it’s always her I want.
I want to feel her touch on my face. I want her to make everything all right again.
It won’t work.
Our plans to meet up like we did when I was a kid
Won’t ever come off; The party won’t work out the way it should.
She’ll turn frosty and I won’t know why.
I’m holding my breath for her.
I’m biting my lip.
September will cheat on me.
September will let me down.