A weird week - a weird wake (MES).
English for Professionals class:
'You should have heard Amy singing your praises' - woman at reception with large brown eyes. Milos, charmless, acrobatic skier.
Friday: Amy told me about non-committal boyfriend; she texted him to say she was homesick and he did not reply. She did not want a 'fling'. Beautifully said.
Thursday /Friday afternoons: disruptive Dutch kids, precociously fluent orally, but with poor grammar and spelling. Like The Turn of the Screw. Expected lessons to be like a conversation with their point of view as important as that of the teacher. One girl ripped paper into shreds before her onto the desk.
Friday: to art gallery. Camilla like an art prospector, catalogue in hand; enlivened it. She inherited an eye for a painting, espec engravings, from her father. One crisp, quiet painting, parabolas of fields, hinged together by brown building centre left. Went for lemonade with Jo, Chelly and Hannah in square, Ryan Adams and Jeff Buckley over speakers. Hannah, poised with cigarette, drinking tea from tea-pot. Nice to hear Jo laugh at Chelly's tales of talcum powder and sand: 'Too much information once again, Chelly.'
Drinks with all women ofIH. Spoke to Hannah vis a vis pornography, its promise but lack of fulfilment, like ads. She lives in The Circus. I asked if she ever finds it difficult to find her home. Talks decided me to travel. Broke this to Carrie, emotional evening.
Robert Minhinnick: 'Sand was ruler now. It lapped the altar-stone.'(PWales 41/4)
Next week one to one with Achmed. Take him to gallery?
Saturday - scrabble 8 letter word 'equality.'
Read V for Vendetta - Guy Fawkes terrorist. Macbeth and Magic Faraway Tree (Alan Moore was new father then.) Dylan circa Love and Theft.
Human Remains, Rob Bryden:
Friends - not even friends, but acquaintances - have said to me, "Life has dealt you a bad hand." Well, I'm pretty philosophical about that. If a life of turmoil, anguish, sorrow, doubt, fear, regret and longing ... is a bad hand, then yes, I've been dealt a bad hand. But is it?
I think it's abundantly clear ... that I'm not entirely right. But as they've all told me, there's no reason that I can't really make a crack at life.
Poetry News
September, The George:
Mystery-themed reading with Carrie, Allen, Karen.
Irish Night reading.
English for Professionals class:
'You should have heard Amy singing your praises' - woman at reception with large brown eyes. Milos, charmless, acrobatic skier.
Friday: Amy told me about non-committal boyfriend; she texted him to say she was homesick and he did not reply. She did not want a 'fling'. Beautifully said.
Thursday /Friday afternoons: disruptive Dutch kids, precociously fluent orally, but with poor grammar and spelling. Like The Turn of the Screw. Expected lessons to be like a conversation with their point of view as important as that of the teacher. One girl ripped paper into shreds before her onto the desk.
Friday: to art gallery. Camilla like an art prospector, catalogue in hand; enlivened it. She inherited an eye for a painting, espec engravings, from her father. One crisp, quiet painting, parabolas of fields, hinged together by brown building centre left. Went for lemonade with Jo, Chelly and Hannah in square, Ryan Adams and Jeff Buckley over speakers. Hannah, poised with cigarette, drinking tea from tea-pot. Nice to hear Jo laugh at Chelly's tales of talcum powder and sand: 'Too much information once again, Chelly.'
Drinks with all women ofIH. Spoke to Hannah vis a vis pornography, its promise but lack of fulfilment, like ads. She lives in The Circus. I asked if she ever finds it difficult to find her home. Talks decided me to travel. Broke this to Carrie, emotional evening.
Robert Minhinnick: 'Sand was ruler now. It lapped the altar-stone.'(PWales 41/4)
Next week one to one with Achmed. Take him to gallery?
Saturday - scrabble 8 letter word 'equality.'
Read V for Vendetta - Guy Fawkes terrorist. Macbeth and Magic Faraway Tree (Alan Moore was new father then.) Dylan circa Love and Theft.
Human Remains, Rob Bryden:
Friends - not even friends, but acquaintances - have said to me, "Life has dealt you a bad hand." Well, I'm pretty philosophical about that. If a life of turmoil, anguish, sorrow, doubt, fear, regret and longing ... is a bad hand, then yes, I've been dealt a bad hand. But is it?
I think it's abundantly clear ... that I'm not entirely right. But as they've all told me, there's no reason that I can't really make a crack at life.
Poetry News
September, The George:
Mystery-themed reading with Carrie, Allen, Karen.
Irish Night reading.
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