Vanish and the world keeps spinning. Spin faster and it only seems that more happens. Spinning into different orbits doesnt halt the others as they turn. You are not the centre of the universe, and an inability to juggle as well as you would like does not send your favourite castles to sleep for a hundred until you break their spell. Besides, the music of the spheres sounds better in harmonies than as one reedy melody line. You are lucky to have so many you love, but none wait forever. A bubble only lasts a moment.

So, please, tell me something new. something old. something borrowed. something I should know. I need to reassemble the plates I was foolish enough to let fall.

xxxxx

I'm


RUNNING


AWAY


WITH


YOU....

To me there is always something very satisfactory about listening to good demo's turn into better songs. This evening I returned from work and a play (or work and play, although I rather think my work might be play too) to listen to a particularly long awaited song on my equally long awaited record player (I love birthdays, don't you?) Its such an incredibly luxurious experience, somehow. The song has mellowed from when I first met and loved it, but then so has both the actual and my own, personal imagined context surrounding it. The singer's voice, meanwhile, has noticeably and beautifully matured, although I am certain that I would know it anywhere. At once I feel contented, protective, loving and overwhelmingly sad for some unknown, and probably inexplicable, reason. But then, this is how it works

The song? Scalleywag

The artist? Lily Rae

The record? Right here on the interwebs.

I think that this stanza will, somehow, always be linked to her

We keep our youth inside our dreams, and mark
Out days to remember on the calendar in the hall,
Beside the barometer, set to storms.
At times, after the autumn evening drags her footsteps
Wearily to bed and board, and
Lost, listless dreaming of a child unborn, we linger,
Beneath the hazy headlights of the Volvo parked next door
And whisper ‘she sells sea shells on the sea shore’ -
She sells the stars in packs of five outside the corner store.

A huge, huge thank you to everyone who seems to think that I'm a vaguely worthwhile person. You're all derranged, obviously, but thank you anyway!

In other news - I'm trying to be a Big, Grown Up & Intelligent person. For which purpose, as you may have noticed, I got myself a blog! I keep forgetting to use it, but I updated it yesterday with a Review and Shit, which basically consisted of a happy ramble on the Golden Compass (although the song at the end is so rubbish it beats Carl!) and I keep putting writterings up there, so go & have a look if you're bored or curious...

http://www.thesledgehog.blogspot.com


In reflection of which, I thought I'd do this. And, since you seem to know me quite well, ask you what you think...



xxx

dear lj

I feel as though I should stay true to my new semi-resolution of using (and abusing) you by updating. Unfortunately, I am mentally exhausated. Thus...bullet points

*I went to Ireland to visit Ciara
*this was good
*One day you will probably be spammed by photographs from her cameramera
*tragically my train was Massively Delayed last night, meaning I got in about 2.30am.
*yawn
*I am now a hugely sophisticated second year
*if you believe that, you'll believe anything
*Cardoff is still the best city in the world
*and english there defies all other degrees everywhere
*trufaxx machine
*the first series of the bbc robin hood was entertaining, but I'm not sold on the second yet
*I may or may not have a man
*I'm talking complete crap
*you probably know me
*this really is speaking for speech's sake. Only...silent
*how odd
* Meme. Please?
*and now back to basics
*I keep having phases of not-eating. Followed by stupid eating. ick.
*and, of course, everyone is Ageing

A twisted, languid, arabesque;

and the leaves are falling.

Old dancers, crooked, knees

knocking with arthritis, joints

crackling with age, they

leave the stage of their

halcyon days and, spinning, slowly

subside. They are not

young like some, all

supple veins and

fresh green hues, but

weathered, worn away to

golds and coppers that

stretch from view as far as

eyes can see. Each

leaves their natural stage

one by one

as seasons dance by

and summer becomes

a memory of kings of old,

passing life through earth to

something new, and buried,

by Time's sickle, in

soil with fading gold.

I know


I KNOW


I have not been here forever.


[tumbleweed]


but, I'm bored


so


lets insert a

BRUTAL HONESTY MEME!!

...here. okay?




Please to be a pimp? I'm a

( Meme ho )

what? how else was I going to get your attention after such a long sabatical?!...


edit: this book lj sucks. There's no porn drama

I'm posting.

Just when you all thought you were safe, too.

(Its all Ciara's fault really. Blame her meme)

Its another song lyrics for people meme, "sort of like a non-boring version of the seven things for seven people meme". And, as always, some of you lucky people get more than one... Up to four, I think...

( Insert Paranoia Here )

Enjoy!

Oh.


Slow smiles and quickening heartbeats. Shimmers of light in the sky starving off the end of the world. Magic, again.

I know I'm not really here any longer but, you were about the only people who I thought might appreciate this...

I want to be loved
and so
I
Throw myself on the mercy of the people
Clinging, desperate, almost eerie
- A happy child so sad and needy
Messed up hair and muddled mind -
The fairy queens from pantomimes
Dont make you shine out beautiful
When you are shut inside.

The girl in the book
Says we
Have
Stars in our bodies and atoms in our fingers:
Blinking, stumbling with us through life
Beyond the lights that shone so bright.
A far cry from the live they knew,
Unless a windbrushed whisper echoes through
Of what they were in who you are
Too human - made of stars.

( bable fish/babel fish )

I feel fat and ugly
(no, I know, but...)
ergo I need a haircut
any suggestions?

edit: oh dear. I seem to find sheet music oddly sexy. Hardly stunning that my mum hears "mental hospital" (okay, okay, craiglockhart) and calls me... :S

In a happier relation to the last post, Lucinda feels the need to express love for

*Zoe
*Lily
*Bethy
*Colin
*her muvva
*Guyles (who is celebrating a belated birthday today)
*Jess
*Simon
and
*Patrick Wolf

that is all. Sorry if you got the last one - I am mostly okay but I needed to write it out so it was properly worked through.

love you all, whether on the list or not

xxxxx

crap...crap...crap....i hate ebay....

*mutters and glares at the world*

*knows this is all her OWN {STUPID} FAULT but still wants to whinge*

but really? c.100 squid for two tickets?

Not money I have :(

Oh well

</end>

might try touting anyway

Peculiar Thought of the Day - the confusions of january
( a.k.a. deities versus the stars )

In other news - I love all my Kilvites and a large proportion of the rest of you while I hate my home without my mother, because quite simply it does not exist. Home is people and one of the few people I need to make my home my home is far, far away. music sets me free and structure traps, but only briefly. This entry is pointless but I wanted to try it anyway

...oh, and tomorrow I go to be a course-helper for Colin. Now I just need to finish my essay

Think in
Think out
Think around in poetry
Spirals of melody
Spilling from a tongue.
Whisper
Enrapture
And capture my memory
Stylings of literary
Dances begun.
Weaving
Weave out
Weave worlds from gentle words,
Ecstatic; the soaring birds
Swoop, one by one.

I grew up last night.
When I woke this morning the desperation had faded, leaving only me behind. A child again? But, even so.
I know where I'm going and I know who's coming with me know what I have to do. And I'll only ever be ordinary, and never very big or important, but I will always do my best to help.
</end>

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This page is not here
like plum blossoms in the wind
existence is false

The one who you seek
Returned to her beginnings
Or faded to time

She will never come
Who keeps minutes of her heart
And burns them each night

(   )

today is the 11/11.

At 11 I was on the phone to my mother.

it feels strange to have not been silenced, so I held a moment now instead.

It's quite strange really - strange how time can pass me by without my realisation - strange how the world keeps turning. I dont wat to forget - I want to keep my peace with the past - but this year other events have passed me by as well, and I barely noticed. I'm not too such that I like it.

who are you, little i

(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window;at the gold



of november sunset

(and feeling:that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

( e. e. cummings )