When the resurrection comes,
I’ll be home; incapable
insufferable, devoid and dumb
but I won’t know, I won’t
spare a second to let it in
A man came by selling art
great reaching landscapes
of rivers, fields, roads without cars
but I didn’t buy a piece
Later, waiting for the resurrection
I wished I’d some art to
bide my time with
I have been awful. I have been busy but I have also been lazy and suffering from a probably self-induced writer’s block. It is horrible and I am horrible for being neglectful. I cannot draw, write, read, concentrate for more than ten seconds. I am just blocked.
I have tried, I have, to put pen to paper. Every day. I get up at 2pm, I eat, I run, I clean. But I don’t do anything else. I haven’t looked for a new job, packed to move house, written a word. Because they just won’t come out. I am lazy and I am neglecful and I deserve a big smack and a look at reality. You see, I am unemployed. I do not have to go back to Uni for a few months. This means I am broke but it also could be an opportunity for change. To make art, to write a lot, to do anything. But I have not, I can’t.
However I am falling in love with my excellent friends. They are sweethearts and idiots and I want to smush them until their faces explode. At the weekend I went to Bradgate park with Zoe and Sarah, then out to eat, then to my friend Isaac’s family BBQ. As it often does with Isaac it quickly got out of hand and we had an excellent and drunken time. On Monday we tripped down to London to shop and eat and see the David Bowie Is exhibition, which was incredible! We also met Hello Kitty, as you can see.
So I will try and keep things together here. I will try and write for you. But be it depression or just laziness or maybe even writer’s block, I am suffering greatly. Be patient xo
It could just be the nitrous oxide,
but I had never felt stronger
neither stronger nor closer
I had an awareness of my surroundings;
heard a laugh that ran for miles
my god, had you ever noticed
the beauty in a street
even one as rough as this?
I’d burn my sleeves again
and crawl across the road
for the chance to laugh
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I’ve two years left; to find the words
to knock down the roadblocks
and give them space to grow
If a feeling of security and a breath
of sea air, does nothing to free
up the words
I’ve nothing left
I love television. I love Buffy, I love Firefly, I love The X-Files…but I also love The O.C., Gilmore Girls, and Desperate Housewives. A lot. I spend as much of my time defending these shows as I do watching them, and I don’t really understand why I have to. I have a friend. She’s smart, funny, she loves most of the same shows as me. She likes American Beauty and Twin Peaks, so it is kind of beyond me that she has no time for Desperate Housewives. She has never even watched it properly, and I try often to convince her that it’s worth her time because I really think she’d enjoy it. It could be a matter of taste, but I’ve come up against the same often from people who aren’t willing to put time into a show just because of how it looks from the outside.
It only takes the tiniest bit of surface scratching to see that Desperate Housewives is not just a straightforward show about women living and struggling through their daily chores and lives. Even if it was, who cares? It is satirical, funny, camp, witty, and often downright farcical. The storylines are ridiculous and convoluted and often saying more than they let on. Desperate Housewives is intentionally very over-the-top, the characters caricatures of themselves. It is violent. Within 1 minute and 16 seconds of the pilot episode beginning, somebody shoots themselves in the head and covers their family portrait in their brains. That is the tone set for the series (six seasons of it anyway). This show is sexy. It says a lot about American suburban life and makes a statement with every episode and storyline. So why don’t you like it? Give it a shot. Trust me.
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