Showing posts with label for dave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label for dave. Show all posts

the song of a man who has come through

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine, wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge,
Driven by invisible blows, the rock will split, we shall come at the wonder:

We shall find the Hesperides.
.
Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.

What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.
No, no, it is the three strange angels...
.

...Admit them, admit them.

DH LAWRENCE

definitions of "ever"

Ever, ever
Stir and shiver
The reeds and rushes
By the river:
Ever, ever,
As if in dream,
The lone moon's silver
Sleeks the stream.
.
.
What old sorrow,
What lost love,
Moon, reeds, rushes,
Dream you of?
.
WALTER DE LA MARE

the secret life of gingerbread men

kind of

this is for all the people
(naming no names vicus and dave)
who don't open the windows on our advent calendar. . .
for those who do,
DON'T CLICK THE LINK!!!!

Love Heart Bingo: the results

(remember: they never lie)

(however, I, personally, have no idea to whom the Love Heart refers when I pick it out for you) (got that?!)

steg: Love Bug (ha!!)
mel: It's All Yours
The Brit (yeah, he's playin' too!): Hug Me
shot: My Boy
mig: For Keeps
vicus: Kiss Me (I'm not kidding you, these are totally random as played by the rules)
KAZ: Sugar Lips
ziggi: My Angel
gordie: Sugar Lips (yes, there are multiples of some sweets, I used two packets you see)
anon g: Miss Me
malc: My Girl
dinahmow: My Angel
sorrow: Hug Me
donnnnn: Sweet Heart
katherine: Looking Good
silver solo: Say Yes



*takes deep breath*
*takes stock*

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm going to have to think (quite hard) (I mean think quite hard, not that thinking is quite hard) (altho sometimes it still is) about this a little, before I try to decipher it. . . remember, I do not know who your Love Heart refers to in your life. . .

POST SCRIPT

apparently I've forgotten someone!
how remiss of me -
please accept my humble apologies

(*opens new packet of Love Hearts*)

if it's The Beep, your sweetie is Miss Me;
if it's tpwh♥ml, your sweetie is It's All Yours. . .

for dave

(just to make sure I don't miss it)






blast - that was the wrong image; plus, I doubt you are fatter and balder! please accept my humble apologies. . . here's your card:


nope, still not the right image. . . I'll try again, shall I?

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that will only work if you know I'm holding a non-alcoholic beverage in my hand ('kay, so it's a cup of coffee - but that's not alcoholic, eh)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAVE!

(and yes, I know that was last year's party, but it's still going strong - gets about 20 google hits a day!)

for mel, for gordie, for mig, for shot AND

STEG!!! (in no particular order) (altho STEG is very important) (oh!! AND VICUS!!) (and dave)
.

madness distilled

she (she was a she)(the new Dr Shrink, but we'll call her SHE)(as opposed to new Head Doctor)(he just does the meds and the odd phrase of wisdom) SHE told me to write down my thoughts

but i blog! i thought

so this morning i was thinking about that


and one think i thought was - sod it, they are all with XCH so i'll smoke inside with the door to the back step open, so i can still listen to the bird song and enjoy the cool of the early morning air from the warmth of the kitchen

and i know this, the smoking, is an abhorrent thought to some of you, but i also know (now)(thanks to SHE) that that doesn't matter a jot

you are all in my head

you are the people i wish i had met in real life

friends
supportive
non-judgemental

ones i have come to love, dearly


i know exactly who you all are

mel and mig are not mother-types, altho there is an age difference (not that i know how old mel is) and they both have daughters, but they are the kind of people who say things to me that my mother should have said, wise womanly, human, kind things - they don't constantly criticise and they don't expect me to do my best (which for my mother = be perfect) altho they know I do (and understand that = good enough)

dave and gordie are not father-types, but they say things to me and are the people with characteristics that my father should have said - they are interesting, educated, well read, fun, human, recognise limitations (my father used to say to me "I am a computer, I do not understand, explain another way")(he didn't do emotion, or pain, or anger, or indifference - only a kind of personal suffering which he didn't share or explain but we all suffered from him anyhow)

mango is the quiet girl at the back of the library who used to smile at me and sometimes we'd talk but there was a sort of an understanding between us altho not much was said

ziggi and double oh are the big sisters i never had - bonkers, fun, girly, the sort of girly that shows confidence in being a woman

horse the little sister

steg is the perfect big brother, a bloke to the core, fun, musical, educated, loving, kind

vicus is the mad uncle who visits everynowandagain and makes you laugh and you know under the gruffness that there is a kind soul who wouldn't harm you, he is not threatening (unlike my real uncle who was - well, i won't bore you with that)
.
KAZ is the wonderful mad aunt (i didn't have any aunts, to speak of) only she is not mad, she's young and fun and trendy and would probably take me shopping and we'd like the same shops and treat ourselves to silly things for the fun of it and she'd let me have a taste of something alcoholic that would make me barf and she'd laugh at me, but i'd know underneath she was just introducing me to the world of grown-ups
.
Z and dynamo are sweet kind rarely visiting aunts
.
craig and shot are the archetypal perfect American boyfriend that i grew up dreaming of in films and tv show, only i'm English and they are American, so that's the perfection in that despite the virtuality, craig is a good-looking Walton and shot is one of Fraiser's brothers (not Nials, oh no, i have been in love with Nials for years; shot is the other brother, the one they never mentioned in the show)
.
beep and malc are the perfect boy-next-door friends

craig, shot, beep, malc, gordie and steg host their own radio shows and i know if i tuned in i'd love every song and my record collection would extend beyond Abba, The Beatles, Bread, and various other middle of the road band i'm too embarrassed to admit to

saffron is my imaginary best friend