February 2010
21 posts
Eternally Sunshine
If I had the option to rid myself of every bad memory that I had I don’t think I would. I especially wouldn’t erase you.
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the...
January 2010
13 posts
'It's All Happening.'
‘write one leaf about keeping a secret.’
Janie fingered the gold lettering that fell from her neck. She smiled secretly as her eyes searched for his dark pupils somewhere else in the room. She knew he didn’t belong to her exclusively but he had written his song for her, and that meant more than being his wife, better to be a mistress than a wife hadn’t he always said. Now...
‘write one leaf about a doggie bag’
Sula looked at the half eaten plate of food that rested infront of her. Her knife and fork lay on the left side, the salt and pepper pots perfectly aligned in front of her. Everything was ordered yet she was not hungry any more. As she waved her hand for the waitress she saw him watching her. His gaze shifted quickly once it connected with hers and...
The Most Curious Case
F. Scott Fitzgerald once said, ‘After all, life hasn’t much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.’ Ever since reading The Great Gatsby, I have been fascinated by this intelligent, imaginative man. A man often widely disregarded in favour of Ernest Hemingway, his contemporary, and friend. Particularly something that riles me when...
Flint the Muskateer
A normal bus journey home on the 71 in SF. Me, Rich, Flo with two guys, one called Flint, a former marine corps now turned pot smoker.
Flint (to accompanying male) : You know I went up to Haight Street and fed the street kids. I gave them all this bud and they were rolling $2 dollar joints, suddenly they were being fed. That's sharing man, that's showing love.
...LATER....
Flint (to Rich) : I'm only up here on some maverick surf competition....I had my fortune read said I was meant to fall in love with a British girl...which one's your girlfriend? You guys wanna come to a party, here take his number.
Flo passes a pen, Rich a piece of paper and he writes 'Flint. NUMBER. Loosen Up, Have fun.'
Flint (to us all) : Hey give me a call tomorrow and I'll get you vip passes to this surf comp. BACK DOOR!
Shame by a nine year old
When I was nine I was at school up in the north. I wasn’t particularly fond of this state of affairs, the northern kids were too brash, too pushy for my Southern gentility. However I took to it as only children can do. We were probably doing The Romans in history at the time and thus took a trip to some ruins I believe. This all fades into insignificance. The only thing I can remember from...
Boys Don't Cry
But girls do plenty.
WHY WE CRY
— You push the pillows off the bed in the wrong way.
— The mouse appears again from under the cooker.
— All the vanilla yogurt has gone and we forgot.
— Our reflection never looks as good once we leave the house.
THINGS THAT CAN RECTIFY THIS
— Hand in hand down Noriega with camel filters.
— Cheeseburgers in duvets.
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Some of Life's Little Lessons
Some of Life’s lessons can be so easily learnt from the silver screen. Or at least make you look at life from a different perspective. Aboard my horrendous 13hr flight back to the USA from London I watched two films that really, without sounding horribly corny, warmed the cockles of my heart. The first was ‘500 Days of Summer’ with Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel. The...
To Peter Doherty, the Paradigm Poet and Libertine
The foreword:
Forgive me before I begin—this article is not to glorify Peter Doherty nor to vilify him nor to create a hero worship or a cross-examination piece. It is simply a few words exploring my admiration for him as an artist, somebody who I have respected as a singer, songwriter, poet and writer since my discovery of The Libertines, way back in 2005.
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I am currently...
There's One Inside All of Us
“Don’t go, I’ll eat you up I love you so.”
-Where The Wild Things Are
My unexpected favourite film of the year. I got the book for Christmas. We underestimate the power of strong friendships in shaping who we become. Somewhere inside of us is still who we are afraid to become. The sides we are worried to show even the closest person. It takes a lot to make a person, but...
To 2010
Today is the 3rd January 2010. I never anticipated the new year. I wasn’t excited for it. I wasn’t anxious for it. I wasn’t nervous for it. As midnight drew whilst playing beer pong in Cardiff I suddenly realised I wanted to do a million and one things in the new year. I was suddenly excited because I realised where I am in my life right now. I am in San Francisco and I am...