6. WOODLAND
The little world spins, dance after dance, and I hear my life sing.
The four line melody can often bring me to tears.
But the little boy is gone and the bird stares vacantly outward, what is he searching for?
The rabbits circle around the lone, central tree stump, naked of its branches and jutting into the sky. They perform a revolving dance upon the dusted floor. And in their revolution they turn again, like the earth orbiting the sun.
The dance goes on, routine after routine, whenever I wind their spring.
Routine ey? I hate the thing, an unremarkable grind leaving no room for spontaneity. I, at least, just spend my spare time wasting spare time.
Routinely wasting time.
But I suppose every activity is just a means to waste time.
Yes, it’s numbingly dull but I’m not one to moan.
I consider whether I am content with my small little world, and I assume so on the whole.
But within the ornamental music box I find parallels of myself. It’s always been a part of my life, nagging from the corners of my room, and I notice it every so often, but I feel only now has its significance has become apparent.
The rabbits dance to my routine whenever I give the handle a wind and my life sings out the lonely melody.
But there are lot’s of things missing. And the tiny bluebird searches for them. They lie not within me but beyond me, the constant outward transfixion, a futile quest really.
Maybe the boy is what’s lost, the shoes being only a reminder of the fragments left within me. And there is another platform where something once stood, and yet I have no recollection of whatever stood there!
Maybe one day the boy will return back to the wood, and the dance will be in full company again.
But until that day I’ll wind the spring, let the melody trickle down the passage of my ears, and dance, orbiting the tree, the bare tree representing nothingness.
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i haven't revised for tommorow's exams, damn.
better get on with it soon then.
i just read my book all afternoon, finished it aswell, which was nice.
been pretty peckish today, had two slices of tart au citron. yum.
and my lunch looked so cute i had to take a photo.
customised my mousemat, now it's a pirate mousemat.
a fly flew in through my window just now, and when i went to open the window to let it free i knocked a glass over and smashed it. grrr.
and i looked out of my window and i saw the tent again in my neighbour's garden. it'd been up for a day and a bit now.
camping in the garden? sounds fun to me!
a note for some people in general - cunts.
and now i will leave in attempt to revise some silly topics.
stretching my german skill to it's limit, i say auf wierdersehn till tommorow. (i don't even know if that's right and i have a german exam on wednsday).
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::EDIT::
for isobel (sheisthesailor).
i think it is 'six longs i like at the moment that you should listen to', or something.
1. candy land - coco rosie, the little harp melody that plays throughout is adorable, and the opera at the end is really moving.
2. nightfall - mileece, computer generated music? it's great.
3. we all know - devendra banhart, i mean it's just so jolly and it has this 'badum, badum' orchestra thing at the end. it's great.
4. letting go - nitin sawhney, kind of old but still fantastic.
5. valse op.70/2 - chopin, exactly the same as waltz number 12 in f minor, except much slower with more rubato and expression. the waltz is more precise and dancey. but i love this song whatever version it is. the melody is so beautiful and reflective.
6. palimpset - smog, it's kind of like an intro song but i like it the best on the album, the wailing harmonica that jumps in every so often, and the chord progressions, and the ostinato on the lower strings, and the great lyrics, it's all so good.
I AM MEANT TO MAKE 6 OTHER PEOPLE DO IT BUT NO ONE ELSE IS A LOSER EXCEPT futurebebop WHO'S DONE IT ALREADY.
and while we're at it here's some photos i took of the view from my desk:
The four line melody can often bring me to tears.
But the little boy is gone and the bird stares vacantly outward, what is he searching for?
The rabbits circle around the lone, central tree stump, naked of its branches and jutting into the sky. They perform a revolving dance upon the dusted floor. And in their revolution they turn again, like the earth orbiting the sun.
The dance goes on, routine after routine, whenever I wind their spring.
Routine ey? I hate the thing, an unremarkable grind leaving no room for spontaneity. I, at least, just spend my spare time wasting spare time.
Routinely wasting time.
But I suppose every activity is just a means to waste time.
Yes, it’s numbingly dull but I’m not one to moan.
I consider whether I am content with my small little world, and I assume so on the whole.
But within the ornamental music box I find parallels of myself. It’s always been a part of my life, nagging from the corners of my room, and I notice it every so often, but I feel only now has its significance has become apparent.
The rabbits dance to my routine whenever I give the handle a wind and my life sings out the lonely melody.
But there are lot’s of things missing. And the tiny bluebird searches for them. They lie not within me but beyond me, the constant outward transfixion, a futile quest really.
Maybe the boy is what’s lost, the shoes being only a reminder of the fragments left within me. And there is another platform where something once stood, and yet I have no recollection of whatever stood there!
Maybe one day the boy will return back to the wood, and the dance will be in full company again.
But until that day I’ll wind the spring, let the melody trickle down the passage of my ears, and dance, orbiting the tree, the bare tree representing nothingness.
****************
i haven't revised for tommorow's exams, damn.
better get on with it soon then.
i just read my book all afternoon, finished it aswell, which was nice.
been pretty peckish today, had two slices of tart au citron. yum.
and my lunch looked so cute i had to take a photo.
customised my mousemat, now it's a pirate mousemat.
a fly flew in through my window just now, and when i went to open the window to let it free i knocked a glass over and smashed it. grrr.
and i looked out of my window and i saw the tent again in my neighbour's garden. it'd been up for a day and a bit now.
camping in the garden? sounds fun to me!
a note for some people in general - cunts.
and now i will leave in attempt to revise some silly topics.
stretching my german skill to it's limit, i say auf wierdersehn till tommorow. (i don't even know if that's right and i have a german exam on wednsday).
****************
::EDIT::
for isobel (sheisthesailor).
i think it is 'six longs i like at the moment that you should listen to', or something.
1. candy land - coco rosie, the little harp melody that plays throughout is adorable, and the opera at the end is really moving.
2. nightfall - mileece, computer generated music? it's great.
3. we all know - devendra banhart, i mean it's just so jolly and it has this 'badum, badum' orchestra thing at the end. it's great.
4. letting go - nitin sawhney, kind of old but still fantastic.
5. valse op.70/2 - chopin, exactly the same as waltz number 12 in f minor, except much slower with more rubato and expression. the waltz is more precise and dancey. but i love this song whatever version it is. the melody is so beautiful and reflective.
6. palimpset - smog, it's kind of like an intro song but i like it the best on the album, the wailing harmonica that jumps in every so often, and the chord progressions, and the ostinato on the lower strings, and the great lyrics, it's all so good.
I AM MEANT TO MAKE 6 OTHER PEOPLE DO IT BUT NO ONE ELSE IS A LOSER EXCEPT futurebebop WHO'S DONE IT ALREADY.
and while we're at it here's some photos i took of the view from my desk: