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The hardness and the brightness and the plain
Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare
Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can’t come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.
One shivers slightly, looking up there.
There’s long spells – three days, years – when you can’t see a thing, know where you are only by the speaker sounding overhead like a bell buoy clanging in the fog. When I can see, the guys are usually moving around as unconcerned as though they didn’t notice so much as a mist in the air. I believe the fog affects their memory the same way it doesn’t affect mine.
i have no thought of time.
New year, new camera. I’m starting this year with quiet resolutions and quiet hope. My heart is also full of the fact that I’m to be made an auntie in just a matter of days – and, well, fresh starts don’t come much better than that, do they?
find a feeling that feels okay – find another to blow it away
Told you time is disappearing fast, didn’t I? I’m working hard, hatching plans, soaking up the city. Here’s London, as captured by me, in the last few weeks. Featuring [if only by proxy] Mauritian street food at the Tottenham Green Market, The Coral at the Kentish Town Forum, Daniel Kitson ‘blathering on’ (his words) at the Battersea Art Centre, me at home (judging wine by the cover) – and, of course, Euston/the Thames looking nothing less than sublime.
who can know
the thoughts of mary jane?
why she flies
or goes out in the rain?
where she’s been
and who she’s seen
in her journey to the stars?
But that’s good too. It’s good, to be seen past, as if you’re not the only one, as if everything isn’t happening to you. Because you’re not. And it isn’t.
