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[25 Oct 2006|03:05am] |
Tomorrow, maybe. Poetry open mic. Have to get some stuff printed off.
Bolb, if you can be there i'd like it. We're meeting about six in the evening. We can have a birthday drink too. One day early.
Er...
yeah..
Let's see what happens.
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[25 Oct 2006|03:27pm] |
What am I doing?
I can't really be doing this, surely. I haven't even got anything printed out yet. Well, a few poems. Could they really be read out? By me? Tonight.
I don't know..I just don't know.
One rudder that bequeathed me the impetus and the urge to do it has gone. Should I wear you tonight? Would you have any good feeling left in you to aid my luck? Should I clench my fist with you in my palm or open it? You once kissed these pages with an encouraging breath. Now, I have nothing but my own opinion. And mine is no good when i'm reading my own.
Do you have any good feeling left in your silver? I don't know whether to wear you or not.
Work was shit. We're all pretty much ill and don't want to be there, but still the late customers come in. Yes, there's nothing I like to do more than to be kept late at your behest so I can get out late, feel more tired and ill, just so you can scoff yourselves stupid.
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[25 Oct 2006|03:34pm] |
Oh, I love this one.
http://zoomeister.livejournal.com/1024873.html
I like it's shape and it's personal feeling to me. Yeuch, I sound like a Destiny's Child member. But it's true..honesty is the best writing, and it's meaning is or was an inescapable truth at the time. Of the moment.
It nearly makes me want to cry. But it doesn't, because it is a page, and not a book. This is one of my favourites.
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[25 Oct 2006|05:11pm] |
Wonderful Pulp and their 1996 tune, Something Changed. Jarvis turns something everyday into the beautiful.
Ahh....
Pulp - Something Changed.
I wrote the song two hours before we met.
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet.
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed.
I could have gone to see a film instead.
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends.
Life could have been very different but then,
something changed.
Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that one day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say.
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway.
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today.
Something changed.
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing,
that in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met?
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead?
I dunno but like you said
something changed.
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[25 Oct 2006|11:48pm] |
Well, it went okay.
And that's the best thing I could have hoped for. I read, I stumbled a little, I made a joke. I got a laugh. I read poetry. I don't know if it went down well, or even if I got it across at all.
But I did it. I felt stupid and that it was a waste of time and felt I may as well just consign myself to menial shit for the rest of my life, but in other ways, it was a proud achievement.
And I did it.
So there you go.
And I didn't need the silver ring.
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