All entries for September 2005
September 22, 2005
The desert winds its way upwards,
A dusty scrubland path
Cut into the side of the mountain
that, snakelike, worms its way into the heart of the island.
I feel uncomfortable in my own skin,
Sand sticking, mingling with sweat and sunshine.
Rough steps hacked into the side of the gorge,
The throat of the mountain
Dry as my own.
The only water, salt. My own sweat
And a brackish stream:
Styx, Cocytus, Lethe, one of those.
Head for the source,
My soul tells me.
Compelled, thirst unslaked I climb.
Higher up, further in,
Through the damp swamp
Of circling flies and biting insects wet with blood,
Low slung creepers, rocks and branches
To lash you across the face
Mark you like a tiger
Drive you on.
I cannot stop, chasing the water
Running down the gullet of the beast.
Dry bones and dust.
Dead wall of rock
Stones piled like salt pillars
Boulders round like skulls.
I force chalky fingers into cracks
Hear my bones creak and click as I lever myself skywards.
Till standing in parched silence on the lip of breath
Two quail approach this stranger in their Eden.
I feel dirty.
Push on. On into the sun
Destination obscured in dust clouds, I battle on.
Fighting the dry heat, the path, myself,
The walls tower above me, closing in,
The mouth of a devil,
Hot teeth tearing, searing flesh from bone.
There is an end. Must be an end.
The waterfall at the end of the world.
I reach out, despairing,
But the black cascade only ignites again infernal thirst,
The water burning metal to my Midas touch.
And, heart cracking I hear the screams of the damned,
Of the burning angel,
The Morningstar, fighting, falling
Crashing to earth in the cold black water.
And the abysmal pool rises to receive me.
September 16, 2005
Books not to leave home without. Fantastic books. Books that Everyone should read. Books that I love and will take places with me, just so I have them at hand to dip into.
Dracula By Bram Stoker
A book that my English teacher in 6th form persuaded me to read when I should have been reading Evelyn Waugh. Part letters, part diary, part newspaper articles, part phonograph transcript… I think if Stoker had been around today, Dracula would come with a CDRom.
White Oleander by Janet Fitch
Coming of age, feminist, murder story, about a girl's relationship with her mother, and all the women/parent figures in her life. A book that was originally given to me by the mother of an ex boyfriend of mine, oddly enough.
101 Poems that might save your life and Poems to help you understand men and women ed. Daisy Goodwin
Emergency poetry aid.
The Scarlet Pimpernell by Baroness Orczy
The most beautiful love story ever written. A real swashbuckling adventure told mainly from a woman's perspective. Fantastic. Beautiful. Gorgeous.
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf by Edward Albee
I actually went to see this play when I was in New York. And what a sick and twisted little piece this is. But it's also really funny. Hugely black comedy about two couples' marriages which have become their own little living hell. Mmmm.
Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
Who knew the end of the world could be soooo funny?
To Kill A Mocking Bird by Harper Lee
This book is just so well written – there is not a word wasted anywhere, and as well as tackling serious issues in a totaly non-preachy way.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard
Hamlet, but with jokes. Funny jokes. And two characters who can't quite decide who they are, what they're doing and why they're anywhere at all.
Warning: may cause existential angst.
A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving
Fate, Religion, Vietnam, America in the 60s-70s. Unputdownable. Joe – read it.
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
Because you have to have something pretentious looking on your shelf, and lying down it makes a good book-end. Also, it's Shakespeare.
September 13, 2005
I'm 19 today!
September 12, 2005
So me Hannah and Tim got bored the other night, and decided to Jane-Austenize everyone from the house and assorted environs. Basically, we've decided which character from Jane Austen novels you all most resemble. Please, no offence intended…
Hannah – Lizzy Bennett (Pride and Prejudice)
Tim – Frank Churchill (Emma)
Alex – Elinor Dashwood (Sense and Sensibility)
Joe – Colonel Brandon (S&S)
Katy – Lydia Bennett (P&P)
Sho – Eleanor Tilney (Northanger Abbey)
Chloe – Emma Woodhouse (Emma)
Nikki – Mary Crawford (Mansfield Park)
Thom – Mr Bingley (P&P)
Mark – Mr Elton (Emma)
Ant – Mr Knightly (Emma)
Kris – Mr Elliot (Persuasion)
Silke – Well… We couldn't find any character in Jane Austen that even remotely resembled Silke, so we've made and exception, and decided that she's Cathy Earnshawe from Wuthering Heights (which is of course by Emily Bronte)
September 08, 2005
Well, I'm moved in, but we haven't got internet sorted in the house at the mo, so I'm currently blogging from the library opposite the house which I didn't know existed until today.
Tim and Silke are also moved in, but Silke's gone back home for a few days.
Life is kinda cool at the minute. What with being two minutes from the Jug and Jester, and in the same house as friendly people, with more friendly people just down the road.
Last night some of thoe friendly people – namely Kris, Ant and Ollie, met Tim'n'me down the jug, then came back to our place to play poker. I had a bit too much Southern Comfort, and became rather giggly. Much fun was had all round, though I did wake up in a room this morning covered in beer cans, and looking a bit like the remnants of a gambling den.
This evening we're planning on going round to Ant's where a meal will be cooked for us, and it'#s sounding really really nice.
September 05, 2005
Oscar has dissapeared
I'm now moved in
This computer is playing silly buggers
I'm really really confused.
If anyone wants to get in touch with me, I really suggest you text/phone as I have no Idea what's going on with internet/email
September 02, 2005
Yesterday I spent 8–10 hours on a train, and about 4 hours in Leamington doing the inventory of the house with Silke and Mrs Baker. It feels odly disproportionate. I have however staked my claim to a room (The one on the middle floor that neither Katy nor Hannah wants) and have picked up a bunch of keys. I'm moving in this weekend! I think! Yay! Which means I have to pack tomorrow, dammit. I sometimes feel my entire life at the minute is spent packing up and moving.
This morning I got up at an obscene hour, again, and went down to Jesmond metro, where my old school is, to wait for Simon who was giving me a lift to Durham. I had breakfast at Country Whey. Haven't been there in yonks, and it's just as good as it always was. I stuck my head in at Cheery Dave's, but it was his dad serving, not him, so I didn't say hi.
I finally met the elusive Paul, and Simon gave me and him a lift to Durham, where we did some filming for the videos of the TL songs. It looks like it's going to be quite good, despite Nik's convenient absence for most of it.
I got home to find a large white van in the drive, no water, two huuuge tents in the garden, and Ellie and a lot of her little fiends have taken over the house and garden.
I've got to go get some tea now.