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Saturday, August 16, 2014. One year, Mrs Mesquita, our piano teacher, had a lucky dip for christmas. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). One year, Mrs Mesquita, our piano teacher, had a l. A long time ago they taught me aesthetics was no w. Meeting you the other day. Curliques, Quotes and Bits of String. The Life Not Lived. And now, again. Cruising for a bruising. On Success and The Pliable Man. Sheep in the big city. View my complete profile. Thus, though we cannot make our sun.
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untitled.: The debating circuit
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Sunday, June 28, 2015. In debates at school we despised extreme statements. Just a single example would disprove them: no need for skill at all. By college, to prove All A is B was the true measure of worth. We set ourselves to complex and nuanced reasoning. Why As must must. 8212;whether A wished to be B, knew she was B, or showed any sign of being B,. We marshalled History, Economics, Politics and Society. To confirm it. Who could withstand that terrible nexus? Certainly not the adjudicator.
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untitled.: August 2014
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Saturday, August 16, 2014. One year, Mrs Mesquita, our piano teacher, had a lucky dip for christmas. Sunday, August 3, 2014. A long time ago they taught me aesthetics was no way to judge things:. Not beautiful, good. Not captivating, true. I thought Not beautiful=good? No, no, can't be. (This took a while to work out). Then some people asked, what is beautiful? So I said, you know, um, yeah. They said, what about image, sign, you know. So I started working out how to define safely,. The Life Not Lived.
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untitled.: November 2013
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Saturday, November 2, 2013. The life lived a bit more than it used to be. My life was a useful thing altogether, amounting to. A couple of very nice birthday cards, three or four. Clearly-written exam papers and an interesting idea or two. A year. The poetry was marginalia. What's to be worried over, if you insist,. Is the narrowing field of vision, the cramped, busy writing,. Too many words, too little feeling,. And too much space beside for poetry to fill up. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). And now, again.
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untitled.: documentary
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Thursday, January 29, 2015. In the old films, the heroes make exaggerated expressions—. Shaking their fists, or tap-dancing at street-corners,. While foreign, foreign voices announce the day’s news behind. And in the old photographs, people have. Hairstyles and clothes so stagey we have to laugh. Sometimes I think that they’re laughing with us,. It’s all a big joke, of course the screens and glossy pages. Wasn’t how they lived really. And I can laugh freer. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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untitled.: December 2013
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Wednesday, December 18, 2013. Earth as well as moon tonight are blinded by the city's smog. On a balcony suspended mid-cloud in the grey half-light,. You should have been with me. It is so rare, this wall for the eyes; for lovers,. This angel with the flaming sword at Eden's gate. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Meeting you the other day. Curliques, Quotes and Bits of String. The Life Not Lived. And now, again. Cruising for a bruising. On Success and The Pliable Man. Sheep in the big city.
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untitled.: January 2015
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Thursday, January 29, 2015. What's it like, long distance? Oh just, you know. A vital line stretched to screaming. With internet and Whatsapp and things. The scream disperses—mid-throat, mid-call, mid-Hold on, someone's calling let me check'…. And we're so rushed these days. 8230;I feel the agony of hours when a text isn't returned, maybe not even seen…. People keep telling us we're the couple they're pinning their hopes on (haha)…. But yeah, honestly, I think it's good. Gives us our space, you know?
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untitled.: April 2013
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Saturday, April 13, 2013. He would stand up as we came in, and go out; but for a second he was there, darkly well dressed, with a haggard beard and shaking hands, against fluttering yellow curtains. Was yellow his choice? The curtains were always clean, his table orderly, except for Paperwork, which we imagined lurked, hammer in hand, outside his corner office like a ham-handed student. He was sad, later, when he found out it had been people, with questions. Because he cared, do you know? Where did he go?
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untitled.: June 2015
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Sunday, June 28, 2015. Summer breeze froze in winter's bite. A dry bough cracks at numb sunrise. In debates at school we despised extreme statements. Just a single example would disprove them: no need for skill at all. By college, to prove All A is B was the true measure of worth. We set ourselves to complex and nuanced reasoning. Why As must must. 8212;whether A wished to be B, knew she was B, or showed any sign of being B,. We marshalled History, Economics, Politics and Society. The Life Not Lived.
