Author Archives: logsylou

music, photography

whenever she’s feeling empty

…whenever she’s feeling insecure,
whenever her face is frozen,
unable to fake it anymore,
her shadow is always with her,
her shadow can always keep her small,
so frightened that he won’t love her,
she builds up a wall.

oh no, she knows where to hide in the dark.
oh no, she’s nowhere to hide in the dark.
she’s a star. she’s a star.

she’s been in diguise forever,
she’s tried to disguise her stellar fuse,
much brighter than all this static,
now she’s coming through.

don’t tell her to turn down,
put on your shades if you can’t see.
don’t tell her to turn down,
turn up the flame,
she’s a star.

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music

when she passes i smile, but she just doesn’t see

You probably guessed from yesterday’s blog that I’m having a moment with Dionne. It’s to be expected, really. But I’ve just discovered her singing The Girl From Ipanema with Sacha Distel. I’m not entirely sure how it’s possible, but I’ve never heard it before and am suitably blown away. I’ve always had a love affair with this song – in fact, would you believe me if I told you it features in my first ever blog post?….Here. So, from that blog post a little under three years ago, to now. It appears I haven’t moved any further forward. Either that or I’m just referring back. Whatever. Watch and learn (them, not me, of course).

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literature

when he saw pfife on the street…

…in her good-looking coat, she was always so fresh and full of life. She cocked her head to one side when he talked to her and squinted her eyes and listened. She listened with everything she had and talked that way too. When she said things about his work, he had the feeling that she understood what he was trying to do and why it mattered. He liked all of this, but hadn’t meant to do anything about it.

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literature

you know i need to go away

…to make anything happen.’ He closed the notebook and put his pencil on top, rolling it back and forth with his fingertips. ‘I have to be alone to get it started, but if I was really alone, that wouldn’t work either. I need to leave that place and come back here and talk to you. That makes it real and makes it stick. Do you get what I’m saying?

‘I think so.’ I walked behind him and put my head on his shoulder, rubbing my face into his neck. But the truth was I didn’t, not really. And he knew.

‘Maybe no-one can know how it is for anyone else.’ I straightened and walked over to the window where the rain came down in streams and pooled on the sill. ‘I’m trying.’

‘Me too,’ he said.

I sighed. ‘I think it’s going to rain all day.’

‘Don’t kid yourself. It’s going to rain for a month.’

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