Clever British poet, b 1970 Ellie follows Bilston's advice:
Get It Down In Writing! Sometimes The North Pole
is Closer Than You Might Think! Don't be listless -- or list less!
"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? -- every, every minute?"
Question asked by Emily, in OUR TOWN
"to find a value above all price for the smallest events in our daily life" ~Thornton Wilder
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| Simpkin Goes Out (c. 1902)
Helen Beatrix Potter (1866 – 1943) See Tate's |
Message to the 14-Year-Old Me
Believe in yourself.
You can do anything you set your heart on –
except A level physics, perhaps.
Well, all the sciences really.
DIY is a bit of a no-no, too.
See also: driving; skiing; map reading;
cooking pasta in the right quantities;
relationships; origami.
Don’t even think about running
your own business. Or singing in tune.
Best to steer clear of all activities which require
good hand-eye coordination.
Forget ice-skating, tending house plants,
dealing with spiders, the correct spelling of the word
‘enjambement’. I could go on.
But do not despair – for given time
and with a little luck on your side –
you can achieve a basic level of competence
in a limited number of simple, unremarkable things,
you just need to believe in yourself.
by Brian Bilston (b 1970)
See earlier post: Happy Birthday to Me
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| French Postcard, 1913
Caption: "Porte Veine" = "Bringer of Luck" ~ Artist unknown ~ |
There are Mornings
Even now, when the plot
calls for me to turn to stone,
the sun intervenes. Some mornings
in summer, I step outside
and the sky opens
and pours itself into me
as if I were a saint
about to die. But the plot
calls for me to live, be ordinary,
say nothing to anyone.
Inside the house,
the mirrors burn when I pass.
by Lisel Mueller (1924 - 2020)
from her collection Alive Together
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| Krampus Cat Postcard, 1901
E. Dölker |
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| Facebook Post |
"Hi Kitti, right now my darned old cat is attacking me, he is so possesive. I must let you know that for as long as you have known of my mom, you have captured that rare recognition of being a sister at large. Do you remember when I attempted to trade you in for Joan? The deal went sour when Joany reneged because she couldn't refrain from trying to tell me off. Pammy . . . Chrissy . . . all of them were like real sisters, but you will always stand out as being the nice one. Take care, and have a wonderful Sunday. jm"