archives for Saturday 12 March 2005
poesie
Saturday 12 March 2005 | I like a cookie
This one by Fleur Adcock, which made me think about Freya Stark the other night. To be alone and plain and adventurous, seeing amazing things, things utterly foreign to one’s bourgeoise upbringing—being Isak Dinesen on the train to Kenya, or Georgia O’Keeffe on the train to Albuquerque, or MFK Fisher on the train to Lyon—or, […]
defiant (mood); 2 cool 2 be 4-gotten (song)
Saturday 12 March 2005 | I like a cookie
you can’t depend on anything really
there’s no promises there’s no point
Merci à Lucinda, I hum while I pick dried rosemary needles from the keyboard—Eloise’s afternoon effort at reducing the one to the many. And then type vigorously, seething, energized with angry—why? Because “I don’t feel safe around you yet,” according to N.
Oh really? You don’t? […]
