things I know today

'In the middle of the night, you don't know what I'm thinking' - Garbage, Sleep

1. In a curious twist of fate I have realised that I cannot write and listen to music at the same time.
   
   How bloody awful is that?
   
   I get caught up in the music and then find myself typing in rhythm and all that comes out is the emotions of the song I'm listening to. All very well and good when it's Mika, but if I ever want to write anything other than blues, the music has to stop.
   
   So now I am in complete silence, relatively, while I write and the keyboard clicking is irritating me.
   
   
2. I didn't pay the Barclaycard on time so there will be a fine. Woe.
   
   
3. I need to start making lists. I am forgetting everything I need to do. Like pay the Barclaycard. It's amazing that I turn up at school on time. How did I get to be so scatter-brained?
   
   
4. Meeting new people is fun. Waiting for them to google you is not. Verschrikkelijk!
   
   
5. I'm a cheap drunk. One glass of wine and I'm all rosy.
   
   
6. Because frivolity is always becoming, I am in love with YSL's new perfume, Elle.
   
   
7. Reading poetry out loud is interesting. Try this one from Matthew Caley. Taken from The Poem.
   
   Cul-De-Sac

Apparently, I proceeded in an easterly direction, with no lack
of temerity. Saw the wild bayberry-blossom
of the sink-estate.
A stranger uprooted and said. 'Not that way, mate, it's a cul-de-sac'.

He placed great stress on the 'de'. There was now no turning back.
By then, we were headlong into each other
you, humbled below me, turned the other way, your shoulder-blades
                                      moving like skimmed slates over tawny water.

To sleep with anyone is risk,
—the virus of love, the virus of obligation— the fear of being opened to any
                                      turn
of events. Strange then that after, you formally donned a sleep-mask
as if not wanting to witness a burglar break suddenly into your home.

There are those who believe that, as it and us share swirling molecules,
                                      we can walk through solid matter.

D-d-d don't wait for me by the spider-web scintillations
of the broken kiosk. I won't be back.

And then read Spike Milligan.

Mirror Mirror

A young spring-tender girl
combed her joyous hair
'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
But,
on her lips hung
a smile of dove-secret loveliness,
for only that morning had not
the blind boy said,
'You are beautiful'?

See how they make you feel? Feel how they make you feel. I think I still like Spike Milligan more, just for the brevity of words, but Matthew Caley has something, don't you think?

Funny that, I love writing that captures emotion in the barest minimum of words, and yet when I write myself I run off at the mouth an awful lot. Paradox.