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Tightrope.
12.30am
'Baby, whether you're high or low, you've got to tip on the tightrope...' (Janelle Monáe, Tightrope)
My plan to import the entries of the private diary I've kept since November has obviously been abandoned, the task being too large to contemplate now: four months would be difficult enough to summarise, never mind eight! I feel the need to ( Read more... ) -
The wings of a dove.
'We shall never be again as we were!'
Of all the times I expected to be next updating this journal, it was certainly not now. For the last few hours, I've been making one of my occasional journeys through the flatlands of the past (to me, all time, once traversed, seems a little flatter than it did before), perusing through my oldest entries and ( Read more... ) -
Loose leaves.
'And time's not poison but once you drink it all, you'll die...'
I'm really too tired to write a usual-sized entry, and not enough has happened in the past few days to warrant one of those anyway, but I just know this will be one regardless:
Early on Friday afternoon, I had to whiz back and forth from campus in order to get some bureaucracy out of ( Read more... ) -
Seven years of letters.
'It's the dance that we'll never share and alarms that you can't do without;
We're running scared; we're on a hiding to nowhere...'
With Geocities' deactivation scheduled to take place on Monday afternoon, the 'official' website of The Coma was due to disappear along with it. The Coma was the Muse cover band in which, along with Andy, Matt Watson ( Read more... ) -
Here's the tender coming.
I think that, following this one, I’m going to start writing an entry daily for the foreseeable future. Detailing the events of a week or two at once is quite time-consuming (not to mention infuriating when Internet Explorer crashes and makes you lose half of what you just wrote, as it just did!) and updating nightly would make me more comfortable ( Read more... ) -
Three drafts.
Floaters (The accompanying typography unfortunately failed.)
there! accidentally
you glanced through
the open window
at the evening street droning beneath
to follow a glimmer
rising
up
slowly
steam. or a ghost perhaps?
you chase it
but it evades you
then another shadow drifts into your view...
understand that
they are nearly nothing,
scattered ( Read more... ) -
Harmless sparks.
Following my conversation with Jo Catling after last Tuesday's seminar, I think I've changed my mind about Poetry in Dark Times. The three hours (well, closer to two and a half) were dedicated in their entirety to examining Holderlin's Hyperion's Song of Fate; looking at poetry in such depth with no answers is becoming more fruitful, as I left the ( Read more... ) -
Sleeper awake. (Part two.)
On Friday 25th, John and I began our reconnaissance for the social the following week by meeting in a coffee shop just outside the Forum. It was a brisk evening, still light at about six, and we spoke for a while in the looming shadow of the nearby church. I'm always impressed with John's knowledge and enthusiasm. We found ourselves on the topic of ( Read more... ) -
Sleeper awake. (Part one.)
'Use your hands; you know that they are worthy...
Use your hands; you know you love to get them dirty...'
I intend for this to be another quick entry, as I'm yawning already. Here we go then, from last Tuesday (22nd), in a loose order:
It was invigorating yet strangely discourging for me to head onto campus that sunny afternoon and find the Square ( Read more... ) -
Manaña/It's only your life.
'So marry yourself to your work and crowd your confusion with words...'
(Kevin Devine)A short entry today, as I'm quite tired and I'm trying to settle back into the socially acceptable sleep pattern of 1-9. Today was satisfyingly productive in various ways - I had my hair cut by a laid-back Italian man in a place towards the end of St. Benedict's ( Read more... )