Monday, 31 January 2011
Jane Eyre
'Hush, Jane! you think too much of the love of human beings; you are too impulsive, too vehement: the sovereign hand that created your frame, and put life into it, has provided you with other resources than your feeble self, or than creatures feeble as you.'
Monday, 24 January 2011
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
We Fall in a Fountain
All the things I used to believe in fall in cascades around me.
I am one person, in the land of broken spirits.
I stand up and try try try to believe.
All I do is try try try to write.
I tell myself often enough.
But obviously not enough.
Finally, maybe, hopefully.
A bear-hug, a kiss, a warmful of love, and maybe we can heal each other.
This is the day.
And tomorrow I stop dying.
- Shu -
I am one person, in the land of broken spirits.
I stand up and try try try to believe.
All I do is try try try to write.
I tell myself often enough.
But obviously not enough.
Finally, maybe, hopefully.
A bear-hug, a kiss, a warmful of love, and maybe we can heal each other.
This is the day.
And tomorrow I stop dying.
- Shu -
Buffo
I had wings the other day
With sparkly manik sewn on them
They were pink, gold, green, grey
And ginger for my spinal stem
Like Buffo the Great, the Master Clown*
I wore everything inside outside
So when my soul was beaten down
You could see my bladder all cried out
With poppy seeds the colour of beige
Hanging on my nerve-ends like false earrings
Heavy and strange they made me weigh
But still I made myself back-hand spring
The clown did not smile for me
Neither did I for him
But when she told me she was a lady
I cried and gave her my wings
- Shu -
* Nights at the Circus, Angela Carter
With sparkly manik sewn on them
They were pink, gold, green, grey
And ginger for my spinal stem
Like Buffo the Great, the Master Clown*
I wore everything inside outside
So when my soul was beaten down
You could see my bladder all cried out
With poppy seeds the colour of beige
Hanging on my nerve-ends like false earrings
Heavy and strange they made me weigh
But still I made myself back-hand spring
The clown did not smile for me
Neither did I for him
But when she told me she was a lady
I cried and gave her my wings
- Shu -
* Nights at the Circus, Angela Carter
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