Thursday, August 7, 2008
Dangling legs on a crescent moon
To the unseen one, Drove through the valley tonight, past the fields that looked spooky under a crescent moon and a bright star. I fancied sitting on that moon dangling my legs over the side with a friend. The friend might have been you. Where do I come up with these sentimental ideas? Sorry. I went...
Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Tick tock...to the one who ..
To the one who is self-disciplined about work on Mondays, well most days. Thank you again for your words sent late Friday night. You have a gift for "observing" me, a secret gift, possibly useless anywhere else. Impressive too given the logistics. Last night I chatted to a former student, who has 9,...
Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Notes without beginning (It's back dear Sam444)
Dearest... These notes gathered as I listened to the writers speak To write - be impatient, ardent, elliptical, with heart and elation. Cherish the every day. Teacup. Attending the world. Press on the bruise. Take the odd angle of approach (ie Laura's approach to things - you said this Mr Sharpy)....
Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Were they signs...
This morning there was a rainbow. It began at the top of the hill above me and ended in the valley below amid the fields and trees glistening after the downpour. Two pots of gold so I'll give one to you. I live nearer the hilltop than the valley floor..... I wanted to tell you this as I drove - my...
Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
The Journey
Dearest... An unseen man mesmerised me today and made me laugh - not the first to do so today. His voice warm, his words succinct, intelligent, and this only from a loudspeaker, so I finished my lunch and wandered into the marquee to find the person behind the voice. Oh, to do that one day to see...
Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Un-thinking and unleashed
So I've started writing without thinking. And the moment I start to think, I stop writing. It's a G_O_O_D feeling. Funny that it took so long to get there. My excuse - well no, there is no excuse. We reach places when we reach them. It is G_O_O_D to be able to tell you about such things. Some day...
Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
It is like that and not like that.
Thank you. It is like that and not like that. The mountains here are forested and the rock face streaks down the mountain side but the houses on hills before the mountains are like that. I love the colours in Cezanne's work. I know it's like it and not like it but I love the sensation of making a...
Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
antici-Pation
There is a particular feeling of antici-Pation to find a letter from you. To look at the Mailbox and see a number beside it. I am often torn between the wish to prolong and savour that and the impulse to rip it open and pour over its contents. Sometimes I do both. Smile. (parts of letters that may,...
Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Hello.
Thank you for the pic. I am looking at a reverse image now. Do you like it when you see a number beside mail? A salt beef sandwich at that store restaurant. When you speak of these places I can picture them. The new work strategy worked well today. Yes, if you had suggested that I would probably...
Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Small ads
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------X---------------X-------------------X-----------------------X-------- Y ou will not lose me-----------------------------------------------------------------------------...
Sign in to see full entry.
