What We Write

I think people write the love they cannot possibly feel.
Here's an example of flaming great spittoons of hyperbole from Pablo Neruda. This is like an encyclopedia of feelings I doubt I will ever feel:
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

I find Shakespeare got it far more right here:
Sonnet 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.


I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.


This, on the other hand, is probably my favourite love song (obviously, tinged with a healthy dollop of 'what the fuck, Anthony?! Stop talking about your male band-mates'):
This Velvet Glove
Close to my skin
Im falling in
Someone whos been

Sittin by the phone
Im left alone
In another zone

John says to live above hell and
My will is well

No one is waiting
For me to fail and
My will could sail, yeah

Its such a waste to be wasted
In the first place
I want to taste the taste of
Being face to face with common grace
To meditate on the warmest dream
And when I walk alone I listen
To our secret theme

Your solar eyes are like
Nothing I have ever seen
Somebody close
That can see right through
Ill take a fall and you know
That Ill do anything
I will for you

Sailin for the sun
cause there is one
Knows where Im from
I care for you
I really do, I really do

Come closer now
So you can lie
Right by my side

Sittin alone in the sun
I wrote a letter to you
Gettin over myself, yeah

Your solar eyes are like
Nothing I have ever seen
Somebody close
That can see right through
Ill take a fall and you know
That Ill do anything
I will for you
Your solar eyes are like
Nothing I have ever seen
Somebody close
That was made for you
Ill take a fall and you know
That Ill do anything
I will for you

Close to my skin
Someone whos been
Im falling in

Disasters are
Just another star
Fallin in my yard

John says to live above hell
My will is well

Long to be with
Someone to tell
I love your smell

And finally, feelings we can all probably relate to, thanks to Steve Albini:
Prayer to God
To the one true God above;
here is my prayer -
not the first you've heard, but the first I wrote.
(not the first, but the others were a long time ago).
There are two people here, and I want you to kill them.
Her - she can go quietly, by disease or a blow
to the base of her neck,
where her necklaces close,
where her garments come together,
where I used to lay my face...
That's where you oughta kill her,
in that particular place.
Him - just fucking kill him, I don't care if it hurts.
Yes I do, I want it to,
fucking kill him but first
make him cry like a woman,
(no particular woman),
let him hold out, hold back
(someone or other might come and fucking kill him).
Fucking kill him.
Kill him already, kill him.
Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him,
Just fucking kill him!
Kill him, fucking kill him, kill him already kill him, kill him, fucking kill him, kill him already, amen.

MUSIC!!!!!!!

Lovely weekend with lots to speak of music-wise, which I will pretty much use to fill this week up with as I haven't got a lot planned at present....

Yesterday's Soundtrack: Shellac - ; Spectrum 7 - EP; My Tiger My Timing - EP.

Soundtrack from last Weds: The Hives- Your New Favourite Band; Pearl Jam - Vs; Nick Drake - Five Leaves Left.

I've been trying to make a note of the music I listen to each day, mainly so that other people can get an idea of what I like and help me expand my horizons.... go nuts!

The less said about Friday the better, perhaps. I lost a silk scarf for one thing :(
BUT Saturday was spent here at The Coachwerk's Soundcurious event which was fantastic

http://www.sonsofnoelandadrian.co.uk/

http://www.myspace.com/mendiamler

http://www.myspace.com/animalmagictricks

Love's not the end of the world but the world is probably going to be the end of love

This is my friend Patrick's photography - and I'm under no obligation to post or plug the stuff so I must just really really like it :D

'Love's not the end of the world but the world is probably going to be the end of love'
RANT TIME:
I never expected that 'right place, right time' would overtake 'right person' in the relationship stakes. But that seems to be the case. Not that I would go back on any relationship I've had (even the shit ones - they were all formative of where I am now. Either that or didn't really seem to affect it that much anyway), but would some of them have occurred very differently under different circumstances? And how many out there are simply not going to occur at all? Whilst the romantic in me cries that of course I would have still fallen for the same people and made every effort to be with them, I can list in my head the times and reasons where it all went wrong or didn't 'went' at all. And they are, of late, more and more about the distance as opposed to the people. It gives your brain that eerie sliding-doors effect to think about – somewhere out there is perhaps a me who dealt with long-distance relationships (or monogamy in general) far better. How the hell is she doing? I think she may have had some happier times, but could have been more self-assertive. You have to admit when things wont work – its the most painful aspect of being with anybody. Breaking up on good terms is difficult but manageable: even the far more gutting 'choosing not to follow up on a situation at all' shouldn't mean an end to everything. Friendships are sometimes more important – I have a lot of good friends through the long arduous process of getting romantic feelings to go the fuck away. Still, there's that always the thought of those sliding doors...

Mooncakes :d

Whatever happened to these guys? Fan-dabby-doo pop-rock, in my opinion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpLeP7FSsVM (til i get the hang of embedding videos....)

Also feels like most of my relationships these days. Not so much the "not carrying on" as the "over 'fore it started". Not that I'm complaining... well alright I am. But more on how I feel about love at the moment later...

Also, my friend who is currently teaching english in Beijing informs me that these bitches are doing the rounds Mooncakes OM NOM NOM NOM
I think it would be interesting to have a bash at making them. I promised some people a Sunday roast... on Sunday, obviously. It will be my first, should be an adventure. I feel ashamed having gotten this far without endeavouring to do one on my own but it lost its appeal during university, too much organisation was needed. I'm trying to keep it fairly simple. A chicken, some roast veg, and some mash. And copious amounts of onion gravy!!!! Cant go wrong with nice gravy.

This was a foodie post, I hope to put up some music-y stuff later as I realise I haven't posted much this week - start as you mean to go on :D

Lack of time and Coffee

This is where I was on Saturday: The Krankenhaus . Still no time to upload stuff!
I promise I'll play with all this soon because I realise the key to a good blog is PRETTY PICTURES. However my household has no internet right now. Argh, as they say.

However, here is a thing I prepared earlier:

Just in case you thought I was at all sensitive or intelligent. I know there are a few forums out there upon which this topic is discussed, but I thought I would highlight a few of my favourites. Obviously, they're mix-and-matchable, but a comprehensive list makes it simple:

"I like my coffee like I like my women...."

ground up and in my freezer
hot
sweet
black
strong
with a spoon in them
over the counter
in bed
cheap
available on every street corner
in chains
keeping me up all night long
imported from Columbia
mixed up with whiskey
creamed
full of tranquilisers
bitter
filled to the rim
very rich
with donuts!
over the counter
waiting in the kitchen
with music on long journeys
grande
in my crotch
warmed up in 45 seconds
with nice buns
quickly in my lunchbreak
first thing in the morning
….......................................................quiet

Catching up on the weekend

Well I took a load of photos of Gin Panic on Saturday so if they're any good hopefully I can put some up here. No fun hyperlinks today either I'm afraid! How dull.

Grounding young thoughts
In marbled reality
Night still whispers;
Part of you is lost to this
And I know I have left
Nothing tangible, but
It remains there
Crouched on my heart.

Soundtrack yesterday: Fugazi - 13 Songs; Deathcab for Cutie - The Photo Album (I think... maybe it was Plans); The Cure - Greatest Hits

Just remember, whenever you think you've found something good, someone else had to hurt and hurt and hurt for it to happen.

Friday, time to rock the frack out

Today's lyric: "Tonight, oh tonight, I promise to remember that making promises is always a mistake"

So off to see Ex Libras, Gin Panic, Silent Front, and They Died Too Young in London tonight! I say London, it's Greater London suburb Kingston, home of the fabulus venue The Fighting Cocks. Should be an exciting gig, even if for the second time I dont arrive until half way through Ex Libras' set. Someone please bill them higher than the opening act, some of us have crazy working hours!!! I will post a review and possibly photos if I take any, or a link to some of the ones that will inevitably occur.

Today's Soundtrack: Weezer - Green; Mono - Hymn to the Immortal Wind; We Are Scientists - Brain Thrust Mastery.

First of October, First Post!

This is the first post of what will hopefully be a good old fashioned general interest blog, until I perhaps find a higher purpose to my life, or focus it down into something in particular.

Potential idea for a TV series: 'Thrushwatch'. I sit in a Brighton cafe pointing at all the annoying girls wearing leggings instead of sensible leg coverings. I'm an advocate of giving your crotch the space it deserves to breathe.

Things I will be regularly (probably) updating on:
Knitting projects, currently a scarf for my friend Sam. It's red, fuzzy, and quite short at the moment. I learnt to knit about three weeks ago and am loving it. This is my first stray away from a basic knit-purl into a pattern known as Faggot Stitch. Haha Sam. I found it here, and have also been using videos from YouTube, my patterns are almost hole-free nowadays :)

Reviews and such I post on the405.com.

Various baking experiments. Most recent success was a modified Banana Bread, had to use almonds instead of walnuts, which made it much lighter but equally as delicious. Ultimately the best way to dispose of spare bananas. Previous to that was a great chocolate cake recipe which used sunflower oil instead of butter - good on a budget. I can write that one up if anyone is interested. I'm also going to be looking into getting some decent diabetic recipes up - using sweeteners can be a nightmare. And don't tell me to stop making cake instead: I have rights!!!

Any comics I come up with or can be bothered to put up. There may be some copyright issues with XKCD.... hopefully he just wont find me......

Soundtrack for today: Muse - Showbiz; Radio 4 (the station, not the band); Colour Revolt - Plunder, Beg and Curse; Tubelord - EP of some kind; and these guys.