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Rain and Random thoughts...
The sound of falling rain interrupts my thoughts
and the hand strains towards articulation:
All of these words stored up at the back of my head
for so long makes it feel heavy,
its crowding the area of the brain that aids vision.
My brows knit together as I try to concentrate
and summon up those forgotten memories,
Come closer and you will see my upper ( Read more... ) -
Waiting for the Bus
The heavy rain lashed the city streets filling up the puddles and the sewers with muddy water. There was no respite on days like these if one was unlucky enough to be caught in the merciless downpour. The bedraggled crows looked for cover under the eaves of buildings and the roads rapidly cleared as everyone ducked for shelter huddling together ( Read more... ) -
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Its a bit late in the day but this New Yorker review of 'Sex and the City: the movie' made me laugh:
http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/cinema/2008/06/09/080609crci_cinema_lane/?currentPage=all -
Sharing some Yeats:
[ ... ] The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
'Broken Dreams', W. B. Yeats
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Updates
I've been away in so long that it feels slightly strange to be writing a post. A real one. With news and views and a promise of more to come. I should be doing work but instead I find myself on lj. Such is life and such is summertime with its unpredictable weather - gorgeous sunshine laced with biting wind and dreich skies. It is also the time to ( Read more... )
