Writing without smoking is
horrible
horrible
horrible
horrible
horrible.
Alexi Lubomirski
Fun fact: this film was released on my husband’s birthday in 1903.
Neil on Lewis, Tolkein, and Chesterton.
Molten Blob Moon Flash just FEELS like it should be a BPAL scent. Lunacy soon, yes?
As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.
One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.
I savoured the rich crash when a bucket
Plummeted down at the end of a rope.
So deep you saw no reflection in it.
A shallow one under a dry stone ditch
Fructified like any aquarium.
When you dragged out long roots from the soft mulch
A white face hovered over the bottom.
Others had echoes, gave back your own call
With a clean new music in it. And one
Was scaresome, for there, out of ferns and tall
Foxgloves, a rat slapped across my reflection.
Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.
Aaaaaaaaand then a friend shared this on my FB wall.
My mood just did a complete 180. I could not stop laughing.
For comparison:
I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. It has to do with stress, lack of sleep, a little Too Much of Everything Nonstop, and no silence. There’s just been so much chaos. Too much and too much. Today, someone I love lost someone they love a week and a half after her mother had a stroke, and I was heartbroken for her. It cast a pall on everything.
So, in order to break the cycle tonight, I just sat down and started listening to music. I listened to everything I love most stacked back to back for hours. And then I hit Wuthering Heights, and I just wept. I wept over loss and grief and heartbreak and fear of loss and grief and heartbreak, and it was the expression of a sort of sorrow that I haven’t allowed myself to feel in years. I don’t even know if it was cathartic. It just happened because it had to.
It sometimes feels like I haven’t taken a deep breath in years. Guess I took that deep breath tonight. And Kate Bush gave it to me.
I’ll always be in love with Kate Bush.
