postponement

I'm sorry about the text-only, dear people. Due to exammy and personal turbulence it's been a little quiet around here lately. Funny how I can sit and stare at Facebook, but not do anything blogworthy! I shall leave you with a poem:

Love Poem by David Thewlis

Er....
Yes....
The moon was booked to appear in this poem,
But due to stress
and overwork,
Countless appearances in sonnets and haiku,
It's going to be difficult to express how much
I like you.
It's been holding it's breath
And turning blue,
Once in a while.
Smiling for children,
Styling the tide.
Inspiring sex,
And suicide.
A backlog of allusions to deal with.
Feelings to justify.

It's done very well for a lump of white rock,
With a peak time slot in the night sky,
Sharing top billing with it's straight man, the sun, The best double act
in kingdom not come.

Mystified and delighted
With the interest shown
By painters
And writers
And people alone.
But at the last minute NASA phoned
And bumped up th e residuals,
So your poem's been postponed.
I'm sorry.

full moon

Just one, because the moon is so beautiful tonight. It's a shame I can't go outside and photograph it.

snail mail

If I'm going to procrastinate, I may as well show the fruits of my procrastination. No, I'm not going to show you my hoovered floor, the 'bed peace' sign over my bed, or the 'hair peace' sign over my hairdryer; not even my very organised desk drawers. Although, I should probably share this fantastic potato gratin recipe from Smitten Kitchen. We live three hours apart and though my dear boy is a camera ninja and Nice Man(TM) extraordinaire, he is not made from spinach, potatoes, and cheese.

Today I got a letter from an old friend, Lydia. We met through Girl Guiding and went to high school together, but drifted apart during college. She went to a local Catholic college for very clever people, and I went to sixth form and developed an intense knowledge of Chup-A-Chup flavours. Cola, friends. The best. We were close friends during our jumbo cord bellbottoms and Alanis Morissette phases, and haven't had a musical similarity since. But I think that this may be changing. So what better way to find out (and brainwash) than a mix CD? I named it after a Joanna Newsom lyric and hopefully it will soon be winging its way to her.

I started making this half an hour after I recieved her letter. Seamus Heaney, I like you, but I don't want to write an essay on you, or anyone. I'm sure you understand.

the triumphant (maybe) return

Hello, people of the blogosphere. I'm sorry for my extremely long absence; it's been a rough month. I was unwell for parts of it, and my amazing grandmother had a stroke, was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer, and died, all in the space of two weeks. Add funeral, coursework and exam preparation to that, and it's not left much time for my beloved internets. I won't get back to very regular posting for some time, as I still have two essays and an exam (eep) in the next three weeks. But I will try to get some photos and updates on here in that time too. I have some rolls of film from my Holga 135 to develop, so I'll certainly post the results of that.

My lovely Herman has been visiting this weekend, for his 21st birthday. Happy Birthday, Herman! His camera ninjary is much better than mine, so I have some nice photos of Newcastle to show.