April 2011
45 posts
The Smiths- Cemetry Gates
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people, all those lives
where are they now?
with the loves and hates
and passions just like mine
Dear dear anon, you are incredibly kind but I can assure you that your soul beholds more splendour than mine. xox
I have been reading Tess of the D’Urbervilles (by Thomas Hardy) and The Book of Lost Things (John Connolly). I have been listening to ballet scores of late - Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker and Swan Lake, perhaps I am unintentionally reminiscing of my childhood (which seems to be rapidly diminishing) or perhaps I am listening to classic music because certain prevailing lyrics hit too close to my thoughts (I’ve written a list of my usual preferences here ). Scents - violets, the smell of rain on paving stones (I cannot quite describe it). As for tastes - butterscotch fudge, freshly picked strawberries and raspberries, a very warm cup of tea (yet not too hot to burn lips). I spend my free time reading (always always carries a book), scrawling words and little drawings which I then throw away, sometimes I bestow my thoughts to decipher my existence but I end up with nothing more than a headache. I wish you a very good Thursday, anon, and I hope my answers have been sufficient. xox
Well I have just finished The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly which I highly recommend. I am fond of The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath), We Have Always Lived in the Castle (Shirley Jackson), Atomenent (Ian McEwan), Tamar (Mal Peet), Rebecca (Daphne du Maurier) and countless others.
I hope this very little list has satisfied you, anon, if your literary tastes have any similarities to mine. xox
Nutcracker, Act 2: No.14 Pas De Deux - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
Oh thank you, dear. Your tumblr is wonderful and I think I shall go on a reblogging spree! Thank you. xox
P.S. I have just read ‘A Single Drop of Honey’ and you are a truly magnificent writer (I too have often wished to be in possession of a roll top, claw-foot bath).