I’ve just submitted a law essay which I believe has redirected me onto the path to Enlightenment, and I need to stop everything that I’m doing in order to write down what’s in my head. Brace yourselves…
And then he said to me, ‘Isn’t it funny we’re all just people walking around trying to put on appearances. . .’
‘I’m gonna grow a moustache and start smoking. It’s just another way to meet new people.’
a girl around LSE
carries great quantities three
offensive boring dams to
the current of her fighting
walk a snail-trail of droplets
whilst the trees falling sorely
out her hands save the trees don’t
let them go she thought as he
asked to help the dam problem
don’t leave twigs behind don’t mix
leaves up as she searched for her
silent library card
Glowing laptop screen –
my thirsty eyes in search of
a fresh cigarette.
It was a few weeks ago that I had the idea of mixing both English and French in a poem, and wowee last night it just appeared out of nowhere from the depths of my difficult slumber. And when I started reading over this patch of unexpected word vomit I broke into a laughing fit, which has also never ever happened to me with regards to my writing. I’ve rarely written something this strange, so please share your thoughts about it with the Noggin.
The events in the second poem did not happen to me personally.
I’m not very good at Haikus. That one there was a last minute addition.
Look after yourself and one another.
Take some time on your balcony.
You grab the frogspawn of the cosy pond and chuck it onto the ground like a bunch of black marbles. You take our friends away with a click of the spiky latch of the door by sucking the air out of their bedrooms; the only syllable I’ll hear from them and not even uttered by a human mouth. Continue reading →
This is terrible. Still 2 weeks to go until Spring break, I already feel like I’m on vacation with only my indulgent interests at heart. If you think you have it bad, let me tell you a little story… Continue reading →
My neck and legs are in agony and it’s all my fault. I can’t even look down at a book without flexing and feeling a sharp twang behind my head. Did I sleep funny?
Oh yes, I do remember. It was the hair-throwing head spins, one slow and two high-speed rotations in the routine. How many times we did the routine, I haven’t a clue. A dozen times maybe.
For all my life, ahem in the context of orchestral warm-ups, I’ve been advised to never tip your head ‘too far back’, but ‘just enough to see the ceiling’. Last night I went so far back I could have thrown my head out the window and into London Bridge station. Who’d have thought that a burlesque class could put such strain on the human body? Continue reading →
I’m currently in the library sitting on the floor with my back against a cool, soothing stone wall. I’ve allocated myself several minutes break before I continue with studying. The chairs provided by King’s are appalling. If I’m not careful I’ll turn into the half-sister of the Hunchback of Notre Dame, so I think I deserve a bit of relief.
Also, my legs ache. This is because I have decided to go running every morning until exams are over. So far this has been two days of exercise in a local park. It takes 10 mins to run there; I run another 15 mins; then I run back home. Hopefully an active approach to living will help me power through the next couple of weeks.
Third country nationals
are treated unfairly I have
exams in 4 weeks and two essays
but I have no clean clothes for NYO and I
leave London tomorrow yet my flat is in a tip
of my tongue I can feel the essay forming in my head
all those cases were worth reading all SEVENTEEN
were worth analysing because the essay will be
better however I haven’t touched my violin
since Sunday so I might fall apart too
at rehearsals from half nine till five
every day for a fortnight but no
worries dear at least you are
playing music with friends
dancing classes on two
nights it’s worth the
endless fun and
I have remedies for these things. All will be well.
Strauss gives everyone inspiration in Ein Heldenleben. Take on the world like heroes and all will be fine.
There are actually a lot of high passages in the second violin part.
Only time will reveal the outcome of the forthcoming weeks. Hopefully it will not lead to this – me being the shattered wine glass.