I have gotten into making playlists. I never used to. I've always just queued up the songs I wanted, but I actually have saved a couple playlists for my moods. Three, in fact. Two of them are bittersweet, country, rockabilly, and a little rawky nonsense chucked in. One is out and out depressing. So depressing that it, in fact, includes 'London Rain' by Heather Nova. Yep. It's that bad.
No, really. When I said I was facing different pressures this year, I didn't mean that I wasn't under any. There's always pressure. But there's always someone to give it to, fortunately. Someone who will be wearing a magnificent dress on New Year's.
Consider yourself warned.
Also, I don't believe I've bothered posting my latest piece of poetry up here. That is because it's rather bad, and in a breathless metre that is almost off, but not really quite. Have at.
The Alchemist
Turn my leaden heart to gold
Seize my misbegotten rapture.
Increasing life by eighteen-fold
Increasing chances of recapture.
I have never eaten anguish
In such sweetbread complications.
And my life has never languished
Through my lips in mad gyrations.
We are baking, twice-mixed bricks
Submitted to the kingly Nile
We are scalding and transfixed
We are marching, rank and file.
There is glory, yes, in love,
And no less shame than in submission,
But I have proffered up my glove--
A challenge of my own volition.
Tuesday, 20 November, 2007
8:52 am
For your linkature needs, look HERE. A great pal in times of great stress, and one of TF's more talented artists. Check out mah portrait. Teehee. Shameless plug.
Saturday, 22 December 2007
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