Portmanteau

I'm leaving for Jeffrey's Bay tomorrow... I have yet to pack.

     

Yay for leaving this drab old town, I need freedom from the granite stones and heat.

I love the sea, with it's murmurs of far off places and hidden deeps.

So tee tee ef en, ta ta for now!

Polaroid

I want polaroid film!
Sigh, these are just some stunning shots I found while looking for inspiration.
They're all so light and pretty, I love pastel colours, yet I can never seem to grasp those tones in my photographs... they're always wearing too much khol.

Le Petit Ours

A Christmas prezzie for my baby cousin. We're putting little packages together for the kiddies. It's all so very exciting and festive, yay!



I love felt.



Circus Days

Talkin' World War 3 Blues

 

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me,
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say.
He said it was a bad dream.
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though,
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head.

I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain."
He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane,"
He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!"
As I landed on the psychiatric couch,
He said, "Tell me about it."

Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast,
It was all over by quarter past.
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on.

Well, I got up and walked around
And up and down the lonesome town.
I stood a-wondering which way to go,
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road.
It was a normal day.

Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell,
"Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man."
A shotgun fired and away I ran.
I don't blame them too much though,
He didn't know me.

Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend,
I guess there's just us two."
He screamed a bit and away he flew.
Thought I was a Communist.

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave,
"Let's go and play Adam and Eve."
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin',
You see what happened last time they started."

Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun',
I got into the driver's seat
And I drove 42nd Street
In my Cadillac.
Good car to drive after a war.

Well, I remember seein' some ad,
So I turned on my Conelrad.
But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill,
So the radio didn't work so well.
Turned on my player-
It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin',
"Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa,
Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah."

I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue,
I needed somebody to talk to.
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind.
"When you hear the beep
It will be three o'clock,"
She said that for over an hour
And I hung it up.

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then,
Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams,
But mine was a little different you see.
I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me.
I didn't see you around."

Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody's having them dreams.
Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else.
Half of the people can be part right all of the time,
Some of the people can be all right part of the time.

But all of the people can't be right all of the time.
I think Abraham Lincoln said that."I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,"
I said that.

you're standing on my heart's stage
the third audition in as many months
i'm not sure i want you there

you're pulling at my heart's chords
and making a terrible noise

my heart is ticking over
the twenty-four hours
the day has
to offer

and i'm growing old
in a dragon-footed bath
while staring dreamy-eyed
as the clouds pass above

the son is searing my skin away
leaving a hole inside
so that everyone is able to see
God's view of me

There and Back again

I went there and back again to see how far it was

but when I reached my destination of there

I found that my boots had holes in them

and I could not return.

I went there and back again to see how far it was

but when I got there I could not turn back

for I heard that Mary the Milkmaid

had turned into a canary

and flown off

I marched there and back again to see the world

but I found that patriotism

is a lie, so that the masses will die.

I went there and back again,

to see how far

I could fall into anarchy and ruin.

I went there and back again...

But I never found out how far it was.

Wanderings

I wish I lived in the eye of a needle

I could languish in velvety softness all my livelong day

I would drown in blue cotton

or gorge myself on silk

Oh, to be a careless length of thread

Thread

I wish I were a blind pilot

Drifting off to see

All the things I cannot sea

For sickness of all the drowned sailors bones

and all who have traversed to sea

the things I cannot be

Boat

I wish I were a bee

In lavender

Crushed between the fingers

of a careless passerby

Where my heart could bleed out all

the venom within me.

An Ode to Potatoes



The reason my Maths mark isn't too great.



Potaters y'all.



The Wee People

there are wee people in my head.

they welter about my brain

and knock against my eye

they want freedom from their cell

it's not too bad

because they keep my memories in jam jars

and take polaroids

that only I can see

and only I see fade

or they scrawl ink-spattered notes

that I never post

so that nobody ever has to know about

the profanities that spew

or the stilfled sobs

they will never hear

the burbles of laughter

nor the snorts of derision

for the wee people speak only to me

I don't mean to brag...

But I can play the TRIANGLE. 

I know it's been a while since this was actually funny, but it took me a while to paint.
Basically what happened was...

It was the night of our church's annual Sunday School concert and we were watching shepherds stumble through their words and angels with tinsel halos parade onto the stage.
Very cute.
And we sang Christmas carols.
Most of them, at least.
I think it was Silent Night, or some such well-known...
When the bassist put down her guitar and took up the triangle.
It was just too much for Genieve and I and well...
We giggled and guffawed through the whole song.
Such fluff.
But so much fun.
Wish we'd had that triangle to chime over Keagan's head when he broke the lock on the bathroom door last night.

Havisham

If you'll excuse me, I have a date with Mr Dickens.

Grizzly Bear

Two weeks - Vecktamist.

I love this band's sound. They are so musically skilled it's a pleasure to listen to their work.

It also doesn't hurt that the band members are pretty gorgeous. :)

Wildly coherent in a watery deep
we’ll drop her down to the bottom
we’ll drop her down
like she’s nothing and the water is all
Oh the water is still in a wilder deep
We’ll swim around like two dories
We’ll swim around like two dories let loose in the bay
We’ll miss the eddy
Hold on make steady, go
There is no plenty.
Even keel already, go

I can’t be here all hours
Oh such a riot
I can’t discern this trouble
Oh what a riot I can’t be here all hours
Oh such a riot
I can’t describe…
I can’t be here all hours
Oh such a riot
I can’t describe this problem
Oh what a riot
I can’t be here all hours
Oh such a riot
I can’t describe this problem



Daisy

Daisy, give yourself away

Lookup at the rain

The beautiful display

Of power and surrender

Giving us today

And she gives herself away

Rain, another rainy day

Comes up from the ocean

Give herself away

She comes down easy

On rich and debt the same

And she gives herself away
Let it go

Daisy, Let it go

Open up your fist

This fallen world

Doesn't hold your interest

It doesn't hold your soul

Daisy, let it goPain, give yourself a name

Call yourself contrition

Avarice of blame

Giving isn't easy

Neither is the rain

When she gives herself away
Daisy, why another day?

Why another sunrise?

Who will take the blame

For all redemptive motion

And every rainy day

When he gives himself away
Let it go

Daisy, let it go

Open up your fist

This fallen world

It doesn't hold your interest

It doesn't hold your soul

Daisy, let it go
Let it go

Let it go

Let it go

And you let it go, go

Let it go

Let it go

Let it go, go

Let it go

Let it go

La Lavande

I see bits of me
in the fogged up mirror
There is my eggshell nose
and lips, untouched,
spewing forth toothpaste
Eyes, that do not look like mine
stare frankly back
from their position on the wall.
There's purple and white and brown and red.
My face.
Hello.
I missed you.

WHEN I SHALL DIE

When I shall die,
I shall do it for myself.
Nobody shall do it for me.
When I am redy,
I shall say,
'Fin, stand me up',
and I shall look
and lagh merry,
If I fall down,
I shall be dead.

-Anna

As for my problem about the HERES and THERES, the explanation went like this:
'Where are you?' she had said.
'Here, of course', I replied.
'Where's me then?'
'There!'
'Where do you know about me?'
'Inside myself someplace.'
'Then you know my middle in your middle.'
'Yes, I suppose so.'
'Then you know Mister God on my middle in your middle, and everything you know, every person you know, you know in your middle. Every person and everything you know has gog Mister God in their middle and so you have got their Mister God in your middle too - it's easy!'

Has anyone seen my book?

Have you seen my book?
I lost it.
It has silver paper .
I lost it.
There are little cars on the silver paper.
I lost it.
There are little perferations where all the metal letters that had been so painstakingly stuck on have come loose and started floating around like alphabet noodles in chicken soup.
I lost it.
It has a handwritten message on the first page that is so very precious to me.
Have you seen it?
I feel the loss of all those careful letters as if someone had written them on my skin with a ballpoint pen.
I lost my book, have you seen it anywhere?

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Hi

h my goodness, is it not too cute?

Daily Drop Cap, some random project started by a typographist who wants to help out all us idiots who don't know code.

So, yes. I wrote this to show you a drop cap, but an absolutely scrumptious little one of an owl, nonetheless.

Oh, and I don't have to study anymore - Victory!

I don't like studying...



This is how I feel today.

I'm supposed to be studying Slavery right now, this very instant, but I have not the energy or patience.

Unsurprisingly, I also need to study Maths - but my brain has no affinity for it, so I'm avoiding it like it's London during the Black Plague.

Anyway, I have completed two of my exams! Yay! :]

French is metastatic, it keeps on growing uncontrollably and I have no idea how I'm going to keep it up until Matric, yet it is consuming me and I don't mind.

It's Spring - it's not supposed to rain. Grrr... 

I watched Capote over the weekend, it's about Truman Capote - he became the most famous American writer with his book "In Cold Blood". He was Harper Lee's childhood companion. Anyway, it's a thoroughly depressing film and really well filmed. It made me think of the verse of scripture:

"What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world, yet loses his soul?"

  Because Truman Capote was brilliant, yet he ended up dying of alcoholism in 1984...




Talking about 1984, I still really want to read George Orwell's 1984... when I get around to it.

Our washline.

Sometimes

 times, one needs to just take a break from everything and go and take an obscene amount of photos and act silly with one's friends... even if it means possibly flunking the next day's Biology test.

Put your hands up

La Voce del Papa

Pearls of mother

Thoughts about Thoughts.

This large exposed cranium sits atop a steeple of a neck. It wanders about many thins and dwells in shaded dells where murky water stagnates.Its teacup eyes photograph the world and it brews up hurricanes to annihilate whole continents.Down the red carpet tongue come emaciated words wrapped up in plastic and the latest fashions. How vogue they wish to seem.As for the blocked plumbing of the hyaline constructed nose - it just tries to stop to smell the sewerage of youth along the way.

This cerebrum wishes to create a entirely new world. If only it were not so self absorbed. If only storms didn't immigrate to teacups and mountains weren't formed from molehills. If only...

Émilie Boudet


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