Wednesday, 17 November 2010


Sorry for the lack of updates. Everything has been broken for a while.
I should have my monitor fixed tomorrow so will try and add some thoughts on something or other. Even if its just my new typewriters.
Oh and expect some photography soon.


Friday, 5 November 2010


Morning pale does your beauty unveil,
Yet a sadness sits upon silenced lips,
Your heart doth behold a secret untold,
Tomorrow a knife will cut out your life.


Monday, 1 November 2010

I have not felt like I have anything to say or write for a few days now.
I keep typing just to stay in the practice but nothing seems to come out very interesting or well written.
A few pieces about my Grandmother and where she passed away.
Lists of things that need to be done around the house, things to sell things to buy.
Its an uncomfortable place for me. Not feeling like I have anything to say.
As most who know me would attest I am not one to be lost for words.
I feel as though my words are not carrying any content worth sharing, summed up pretty well by this pretty pointless post.
What do you do when you lack a voice? Where do you go to find it?
I have been reading some of my favourite poets. I have started to read some I am not so familiar with. Did you know that Keats started to write at 18 and died at 25. His body of work testament to his un-matured talent. Imagine what he could have written had he lived a further 25 years?
I like to read Dante Alighieri though it feels a bit of a pointless exercise when you consider the whole text is a translation. No matter how close it may feel to the original surely subtleties of language are lost.
I'm not saying its bad to read. I actually find it flows better than most Milton.
I don't know. I guess I must be feeling a bit down.
Comments people. Comments.