Monday, November 16, 2009

my old notebook, an extract (part 1)

"He wants me to elope with him to South America... Maybe Central America..."
- Overheard on a bus

"As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another"
- Proverbs 27:17

"Above all, what interested me was the inarticulateness of grief, that these are two writers who are supposed to be the best at articulating anything in our society who can't articulate to each other... I don't think anyone can articulate it. It's hard to be tangible with your heart."
- Maria Theodotis? (handwriting illegible) on the play 'Construction of the Human Heart' SMH 28.09.07

"Bingie Bingie is one of the best places to be"

"Rachel, where are you? Met Sunday afternoon on the train. Call Steve on -"
- Poster outside Stanmore station

"I glide in on moonlit air
gaze over dew-jeweled grass
to the glass-still sea.
All beauty lies within
the scope of my eyes.
The play of light in limpid pools
where dark/light intersect
create new patterns in the ghost ornamented landscape.
From the decorates clifftop,
up above the jagged rocks,
the firm pull of the tide."

"Three punks sitting on an awning on Enmore Road."

"They had small dreams, but the water drowned them dreams"
- 'Hope'

1 comment:

  1. Also: best blog idea ever! If only mine had less crazy and more poetry in them!