Archive for August 2007

life soundtrack

i was really, really busy at work today. so much so that i couldn’t resist putting my ipod on shuffle, writing down the first nineteen songs it played, and then assigning them to the list of events that collectively make up my ‘life soundtrack’. it will amaze and astound you. well, probably not. but it […]

scars

the time around scars (michael ondaatje) a girl whom i’ve not spoken to or shared coffee with for several years writes of an old scar. on her wrist it sleeps, smooth and white, the size of a leech. i gave it to her brandishing a new italian penknife. look, i said turning, and blood spat […]

the second coming

the second coming (w.b. yeats, 1919) turning and turning in the widening gyre the falcon cannot hear the falconer; things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned; the best lack all conviction, while the worst are […]