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Saturday 5 March 2005 | I like a cookie
she says I’ve got a darkness that I have to feed and I’ve got a sadness that grows up around me like a weed Louise is playing with Crackle Ball (who almost has his own personality by now) and a popsicle stick, leaving me momentarily free to write this. No, now she’s pouncing fervantly (another [...]
read ‘and the song begins again’
Thursday 3 March 2005 | I like a cookie
I got it off not you, the other one (and was reading the bottle shop too—catching up on blogs), so it must be verifiable: Jane Eyre stamps! The best one of course being the one with Jane receiving the telepathic communique from Mr. Rochester. Swoon.
read ‘can this be true?’
Thursday 3 March 2005 | I like a cookie
This blogger really hates his/her flatmate. I have lots of other links to share and assorted depressive news from the land of the Romanoffs (I prefer the old transliteration to Romanov) but for now just this, to take away the bitter metallic taste of my last plangently Plathy posting. Pttthh. Fthewy!
read ‘someone more doleful than I’
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Once I get a taste of the essence of a song, then I go and do research. I have hundreds of books in the house that I don't necessarily read until I pick one up one day that I've never picked up before and I turn it to page 102, and there's a picture of something that makes me go to another reference book, that makes me go somewhere else, than makes me take a drive, and then I start forming what the language is. It's so much like word association, you're getting an essence, and you're getting a picture on many layers. And then you're saying, 'There are millions of words I can choose here so how do you find the right ones?' And a lot of times it's not about being literal, it's about making the essence of this song three-dimensional to you, so that she really exists, and she breathes, and she wears perfume, and what does she look like and how old is she and is she bisexual? Is she on lithium? What is she doing?
—Tori Amos
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