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lyrics
woven through living rooms
lined up in bookcases
dusted in cupboards
echoes of footfalls
they seem to hide in the air
never to show
they seem to hide in the air
never to show
tube trains made from burned incense
will hold their tracks for a thousand years
but they're fragile to a passing draft
will i hold my breath for a thousand years? -
Query
I have been reading about the Queer Youth Network and their Pride is a Protest campaign at Manchester Pride on Saturday. Event organisers and stewards tried to prevent people from raising banners with anti-corporate slogans like "too poor for pride". This is an atrocious state of affairs, clearly. I couldn't help wonder how those organisers ( Read more... ) -
Threadbare
I stitch a fresh patch to tether the fray
Ignoring the tears won't make them not there
There's something half-finished in this fine fix
I cover the rent, yet I'm left threadbare -
Writer's Block: Your Threads
This question is mundane, but I do have an answer to it: my favourite "me" outfit consists of my faded baggy jeans, the Pokemon t shirt given to me by John John McTague, and my battered ex-white-but-greying Vans pumps.
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Olympics
This morning watching the Olympic Breakfast programme with Joe, I remembered that I really like Athletics and am now excited about watching it.
And, of course, it being Wednesday, I woke up thinking that I had no idea why I had been so low for two days *shrug* as is... -
later on
There are mornings like today when I can barely explain why I feel so low. My eyes, brain and arms feel cloudy and sluggish, a very physical blue. It's not a pain exactly, just a dull intermittent pull towards a bleak wimpering worryheart that would precede tears if I could cry. What's it all about? There's the obvious guess list ( Read more... ) -
Sapphire and Stone
On Father's Day this year, I visited Lichfield Cathedral with my Dad, his wife and Bill. I spent time examining the details of the ornate features of the building. I sat for ten minutes in a small side-chapel up some narrow stone stairs; in the peaceful room, at knee-level, was a small painted door hinged and clad with iron.
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Hap pea err
When I was clearing my room out in readiness for the first part of the big move, I found a little mp3 player. A couple of christmases ago, my peculiar old greek Grandpa decided that he wanted to buy one for each of the grandchildren. At the time, having just bought a turquoise Zen 30gb jobby, I sort of scoffed at its 256mb inadequacy. I ( Read more... ) -
Speaking for moderation
I decided on Monday that I would quit drinking until Friday 27th June when we have the NHS NPfIT night out, and when my friends Sarah and Daniel Bristow-Bailey come to visit Leeds. It's not a long time, at less than two weeks, but given how often I've been drinking on school nights recently, I think that it may be the best idea that I've had in a ( Read more... )
