…perhaps. I don’t spend a lot of time on Twitter these days (for others’ benefit more than my own) but yesterday was A Very Good Twitter Day. My Scottish-born friend recited Robert Burns’ Address to a Haggis. Then there was Radiohead demonstrating the purpose of reading books (via @rageabc). Gush.
Tagged poetry recitation, Radiohead, reading, Robert Burns(in case you were wondering about the title…) I made it to fifty-three books. So damn close. I’m too damn lazy to review all of them, so here’s the list. It wasn’t as good a year as 2010 (despite my also failing to reach my goal then too) where I finished fifty-nine books, started fifty-four [...]
Tagged books, French language, readingI’ve lived in Australia for most of my life but the question still gets asked and it still irritates me: What nationality are you? I look the person dead in the eye and say “British.” The next question: Where are you really from? My mind answers: Fuck off, that’s none of your business. My mouth [...]
Tagged identity, poetry, postcolonial anxietyThere is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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There is no way around it: I think next week will be the hardest week of my life ever. I’ve never ever been so frightened in my life, I’ve never wanted someone to hold my hand and tell me it will be okay more than I have since yesterday evening. This sort of fear and [...]
Tagged fear, T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land, waitingThere is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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Today’s Poets.org poem of the day, ouch. It’s some cold comfort when someone else can say the things you feel or experience, even if they don’t necessarily feel or experience them themselves, or you can’t get confirmation of aforementioned. In case you didn’t get the memo, poets sometimes lie in their poems and then sometimes… (found [...]
Tagged Dorothea Lasky, poetry, Poets.org, TumblrThere is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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I’m rereading T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land with my good friend Ranjit. It’s time I focussed on other loves. I thought it might be nice to share one of my favourite passages. I’ve read this poem several times over the years (and rarely been none the wiser though now I have a Norton Critical Edition [...]
Tagged Norton Critical Editions, poetry, T. S. Eliot, textual variants, The Waste Land“You know, it means more when people like C who is normally so upbeat gets down. It’s people like her that you really want to help.” It was when this sentence was first uttered, I knew that I had lost my now ex-boyfriend. This post isn’t going to be the blame game. This is going to [...]
Tagged admitting feelings, alcoholism, guilt, hypocrisy, love, lying, polyamory, rape, relationship break-ups, self-injury, stoicism, suicide, unicornsIT’S OVER. What an exhausting, exhilarating week. On a chronic illness front, I’m really proud I made it through. Sadly, I couldn’t stick around for planned oysters and martinis celebrations as planned because I just needed to go home and die. The first session was all of us listening to each others’ settings of Luke [...]
Tagged Alexander Garsden, Caroline Lee, Chamber Made Opera, Chamber Made Opera librettist workshop, contemporary Melbourne-based composers, contemporary opera, David Chisholm, David Young, Deborah Kayser, Dr. Christine McCombe, Dr. Linda Kouvaras, Elliott John Guyger, Helen Gifford, Ida Duelund Hansen, Jesse McVeity, Kevin March, Laura Vaughan, libretto writing, Luke Paulding, Paul Horan, poetic intent, viola da gambaThere is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
Tagged full disclosure, honesty, humiliation