How are you feeling?
Yeah, well, I'm middling. I've just finished watching Normal People and I'm a bit perplexed - mainly because I understand the relationship between Marianne and Connell on a celular level and I'm not sure if I am either supposed to admit to that or be proud of that. It's only elements of the relationship, but yeah, I get it.
I also feel like a bit of a failure. I got my Varuna application in yesterday, and to quote a classmate of mine, it feels like I've paid $65 to feel rubbish about my writing. It's good that we both feel the same about this - but you never know.
What do I need more of in my life?
Oh, at the moment I would love a lot more intimacy. I haven't been able to get to Sydney since the middle of March and I am really feeling this. Travelling to Sydney once a month for the last - oh hell, nine years, has been something that has kept me feeling like a fully rounded woman. I don't have that now - yes there are phone calls and emails, but it is not the same as a cuddle.
When was the last time I felt creativity or art?
I have spurts of creativity when I write, and I got one of these last week in writing class, when we were doing our writing exercise. I love finding myself in that creative space where you just have to go where your fingers, and your found words take you. I had to describe what was going on outside my window - always a fun thing at 7 pm on a Winter's night in Richmond - but it was fun - mainly because I stare at brick wallif I look directly to my right, so I needed to embellish a few things - I kept it local - never a bad thing.
On my corkboard I found myself looking at a Mapplethorpe exhibition flyer. The exhibition was held at the Art Gallery of New South Wales and I had gone along with my friend Mariah. Her then eighteen year old son wanted to come along with us, but we discouraged this, as going to a Mapplethorpe exhibition with your Mum is not something Mariah wanted to experience.
Mapplethorpe is incendiary. He's controversial. He does a great line in male nudes. His erotica is off the charts, skirting art and pornography - it's hardcore stuff - bondage, SMBD, anal fisting, homo-erotica for the most part. But his portraits jump off the wall at your and delve into our soul. Mariah and I loved the exhibition - not only because we got to see a photographic genius, but we got to see it together.
Sounds like I need to bake a cake this weekend. Get creative.
Now to write about the earth mother sculpture.
There is a quiet loveability to her shape,
Rounded, through years of having the edges beaten away,
Sheltering her from the harshness the world provides,
There to give respite and shelter to others,
There for me to berate,
As I negate my own perfection
With a callous, careless treatement of her better self.
Nobody tells her of the better angels
Standing their ground behind her,
Whispering encouragement
As she puts her best fact toward the world,
Never givng herself the time to nurture herself.
She is woman, the timeless woman,
A woman who swallows her own pain,
Insulating herself from the terrors of the day.
Curling up into a ball to shelter her soul
Until some comfort finds her.
Musk Sticks
I still think musk sticks are one of the most underated lollies you will ever find in the supermarket. You get them at Coles - a big bag costs you $2. I think they should be more expensive - they are awesome. The great thing about them is they never change - except when you let the air get to them and they get hard, rather than chewy. Me - I like them on the hard side - far better.
Still, of all the classic sweets you find there, the musk stick beats the bananas and the spearmint leaves and the teeth lollies and the freckles for dead.
I love that Australia has its own lolly culture. It's unfortunate that nobody older than 30 remember the 20 cent bag of lollies.
Today's Song:
Yeah, well, I'm middling. I've just finished watching Normal People and I'm a bit perplexed - mainly because I understand the relationship between Marianne and Connell on a celular level and I'm not sure if I am either supposed to admit to that or be proud of that. It's only elements of the relationship, but yeah, I get it.
I also feel like a bit of a failure. I got my Varuna application in yesterday, and to quote a classmate of mine, it feels like I've paid $65 to feel rubbish about my writing. It's good that we both feel the same about this - but you never know.
What do I need more of in my life?
Oh, at the moment I would love a lot more intimacy. I haven't been able to get to Sydney since the middle of March and I am really feeling this. Travelling to Sydney once a month for the last - oh hell, nine years, has been something that has kept me feeling like a fully rounded woman. I don't have that now - yes there are phone calls and emails, but it is not the same as a cuddle.
When was the last time I felt creativity or art?
I have spurts of creativity when I write, and I got one of these last week in writing class, when we were doing our writing exercise. I love finding myself in that creative space where you just have to go where your fingers, and your found words take you. I had to describe what was going on outside my window - always a fun thing at 7 pm on a Winter's night in Richmond - but it was fun - mainly because I stare at brick wallif I look directly to my right, so I needed to embellish a few things - I kept it local - never a bad thing.
On my corkboard I found myself looking at a Mapplethorpe exhibition flyer. The exhibition was held at the Art Gallery of New South Wales and I had gone along with my friend Mariah. Her then eighteen year old son wanted to come along with us, but we discouraged this, as going to a Mapplethorpe exhibition with your Mum is not something Mariah wanted to experience.
Mapplethorpe is incendiary. He's controversial. He does a great line in male nudes. His erotica is off the charts, skirting art and pornography - it's hardcore stuff - bondage, SMBD, anal fisting, homo-erotica for the most part. But his portraits jump off the wall at your and delve into our soul. Mariah and I loved the exhibition - not only because we got to see a photographic genius, but we got to see it together.
Sounds like I need to bake a cake this weekend. Get creative.
Now to write about the earth mother sculpture.
There is a quiet loveability to her shape,
Rounded, through years of having the edges beaten away,
Sheltering her from the harshness the world provides,
There to give respite and shelter to others,
There for me to berate,
As I negate my own perfection
With a callous, careless treatement of her better self.
Nobody tells her of the better angels
Standing their ground behind her,
Whispering encouragement
As she puts her best fact toward the world,
Never givng herself the time to nurture herself.
She is woman, the timeless woman,
A woman who swallows her own pain,
Insulating herself from the terrors of the day.
Curling up into a ball to shelter her soul
Until some comfort finds her.
Musk Sticks
I still think musk sticks are one of the most underated lollies you will ever find in the supermarket. You get them at Coles - a big bag costs you $2. I think they should be more expensive - they are awesome. The great thing about them is they never change - except when you let the air get to them and they get hard, rather than chewy. Me - I like them on the hard side - far better.
Still, of all the classic sweets you find there, the musk stick beats the bananas and the spearmint leaves and the teeth lollies and the freckles for dead.
I love that Australia has its own lolly culture. It's unfortunate that nobody older than 30 remember the 20 cent bag of lollies.
Today's Song:
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