We stood then watching our friend Buddy, fated with life, nod and move on after Rosie, his pure heart beating to the tune of her sweet heels. The wings of mystic time beat down on us then, white with snowflakes, time that would whirl us all after our Rosies death and the frame-house funeral. Tragic [...]
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tom is as bold as the knights of old
What’s that? Two posts in one day, you say? Yeah, well, this is too good to wait for. It seems to me like this. It’s not a terrible thing – I mean, it may be terrible, but it’s not damaging, it’s not poisoning, to do without something one wants. It’s not bad to say: My [...]
they say the sun comes up every morning
Dear readers, I can only apologise profusely for my absence. Nothing much to report (hence my absence, yeah?). I have been mostly scouring eBay looking for anything remotely Glastonbury worthy and obsessing over/spending far too much time with my current book (The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing – baffling in parts but on the whole [...]
i am not afraid of the dark
And she made a wide sweeping movement with her hand, brushing away the great dark weight of London, and the thousand ugly towns, and the myriad small cramped lives of England…. Yet at the time she was perfectly happy. The weight of the city was off her, and the scent of the grasses and the [...]
i don’t pretend to know what you want
I have never, in all my life, been so desperately and wildly and painfully happy as I was then. It was so strong I couldn’t believe it. I remember saying to myself, This is it, this is being happy, and at the same I was appalled because it had come out of so much ugliness [...]
