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floating like a cannonball
floating like a cannonball
Today I was looking for something. It must be here in my desk. What is all this stuff? Amazing what I have chosen to keep.
In the top drawer on the left there is:
1. A cd ‒ one I made perhaps, it has no markings, no case, what is it?
2. A set of post cards ‘collecters edition’ which apparently came out of Red magazine. Actually very interesting set of 50's and 60's B&W photos of stars like Marilyn Monroe taking a break on a set, Elizabeth Taylor sitting with her back to a wire fence having a break,looking lonely and wistful with so many arms behind her reaching out for an autograph, Katherine Hepburn laughing on a payphone, Paul Newman laying on the grass in front of a house and my favourite I think of Alfred Hitchcock, a big black bird on the side and him sitting at a diner table with a glass of wine tucking into what looks like a whole roasted chicken on his plate. It’s wonderful.
3. A family photo, some people dead now.
4. A set of aerogrammes
5. Some thunderbirds stickers??
6. A wonderful set of postcards from the Royal Academy of Art of paintings done by Tamara de Lempicka (her self portrait shown here)
7. Some new birthday cards ready to be used
8. £12 of Debenhams gift vouchers which I have clearly forgotten about
9. A paintbrush
10. A compass
11. Some tape
12. An antique silver butter knife
13. A lipstick - shade ‘tender heart’ I always wondered where that went to
14. An eraser
15. A pen top
16. A box of matches
17. A cork from a wine bottle (I’m sure it was special, wish I could remember why)
18. A dime
19. A pair of black tights
20. A perfume sample
21. A calculator
22. A handmade cross-stitched bookmark which says “Hope is the (picture of an anchor) of the soul”
23. A pair of swimming goggles
24. A key (to what?)
25. A used rail ticket to Edinburgh, for the Fringe Festival
26. And a box of note cards with an Oscar Wilde quote “ Life is too important to be taken seriously”.
And the cd, which I am listening to now is a compilation that was made by a friend for me. That was special, someone taking the time to make that for me. The song playing now Damian Rice ‒ Cannonball. Find that song if you don’t know it and listen if you can. "It's not hard to fall,
When you float like a cannonball" What a great cd this is. I miss my friend even if he has ended up in my drawer somehow. At least the drawer full of special things I wanted to save. I hope he knows it somehow. So easy to lose touch with people sometimes. I'm sure pride has something to do with it. So many things about myself I need to work on.
Oh, and by the way, I am finding that writing makes me reflective in a new way that’s not a part of my normal everyday personality. It's not to say that I don't think and express myself, it just makes me think in a different way. A deeper way, a way inside. If that’s a good thing, or should even be uncovered, I’m not sure yet.
8/28/2005 10:18 am
Not sure I should post this here, but hey, doing it I collect|
A-F-F points! (Good for what, again?...)
So here it goes - I slept for 12 hours yesterday...
8/28/2005 10:59 am
Sexy... lol... I'm glad to know I'm not the only person who collects random things... things that at the time seem important, but as time passes, I forget their importance, and they become "things" again |
As for the writing... my philosophy... write like nobody's reading... who cares what others may think!!
8/29/2005 1:36 am
My candle burns at both ends;|
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
sleep well eros. x
8/31/2005 4:35 pm
I'm pretty sure your Hitchcock photo is a still from an intro or trailer he did for The Birds. Unfortunately I'm half way through moving home just now so my DVD is 20 miles away and I can't check to be sure. But yeah, you're definitely not the only person who collects random things: the stuff I've unearthed in packing to move astounds me! I could go on all night but I'll keep it to a 3 examples:|
1. The letter I got offering me my first 'proper' job. Almost exactly 10 years ago AND I still have the first pay slips as well.
2. An entry ticket for the van Gogh museum in Amsterdam.
3. The invite to a friend's wedding. Their divorce was just finalised a couple of months ago. He's all the better for it.
I do find that writing to yourself has that effect and is also cathartic. So I've started my blog to see where it takes me. It's still a bit sporadic and I've never 'blogged' before so I'm probably still breaking all the rules. In fact I hope I'm breaking all the rules!
9/4/2005 12:46 pm
i love amsterdam, the musuems there.. what a great city. i think it's one of my favourites in europe.|