Saturday, March 28, 2009


'Hide and Seek' by Sarah Hermans
This is something I wrote this morning when I woke up... Its a memory that has been sticking in my mind a fair bit this weekend, and originally I just wrote it down quickly so I wouldn't forget. But when I looked at it this afternoon it seemed to have some sort of rhythm, so, without changing the actual wording, I decided to experiment and see if I could make it a poem. What I want to know is, do you think this is poetry?
The Lady Died

Two o’clock that afternoon or perhaps
Two twenty five we played with an old Instamatic
In a man-made Eden surrounded by pavement.
You were Buttercup and a score of Enid
Blyton heroes I was
Jennifer Connelly searching for her brother
Before we realised how inappropriate Jareth was.
Nineties children with an eighties childhood.
A thousand pictures made only with air.
The day we drove in and heard the news on
The radio a five year old is caught up in fantasy
But not politically unaware
I hadn’t heard of her until then but
everybody knew.
And next to the slide that was
An entrance to an underground tunnel
A boy told me she had deserved it
Because her name was Di.

My parents made sure I
Never drove without a seatbelt and
I saw my first picture of her
In newsprint that afternoon I read
Sleeping Beauty and she became
Another fairytale.
A real life simple princess.
Unmarred by the unknowns of
Paparazzi and adultery.
Unhappy with palace life because
She had to leave the curtains
Partly open.

The next biggest news to hit the classroom
Was the breakup of the Spice Girls.
If not, what could make it a poem?
This weekend also marks the closure of a fair amount of festivals and shows I have been holding out to see, but unfortunately I have been stuck inside revising for mid-semester testing. Last weekend I managed to make the Linden Postcard Show before it closed this week. It made me wish I was not so incredibly broke at the moment.

Thursday, March 19, 2009


originally uploaded by margaret durow.

My assessment date is looming and I am in desperate need of inspiration to complete my poetry folio. Everything I've been writing recently feels so derivative....

I am currently listening to a super new (or rather... new for me) album I purchased especially for inspiration, and have tried abstaining from technology, becoming a recluse, and hiding away in dappled, tree-filled corners, but so far my actions have been in vain.

I would be very greatful if anyone could provide me with some inspiration, or share some advice on how to catch some, pin it down, and make it spill its elusive secrets.


Monday, March 16, 2009


Today, I have been tagged my the georgeous Anna of vintageveggie, which is really quite exciting, especially since I was just running out of ways to put off my research task...

I have to find:

1 picture
1 poem
1 song or piece of music
1 phrase of quote
1 item of clothing
1 place
1 disney princess

And then tag 6 more lovely people! So here we go!


Cally Orange Chair by Perth photographer Lloyd Hughes, also found on deviantart. I have a polaroid obsession and this picture is one of my favourites.


I have to find a poem for uni as well... but before I'm tempted to quote some modern free verse, I think I'll share with you one of my favourite poems from childhood. Its To Autumn, by Keats, and I discovered it in the very first poetry anthology I owned, an extraordinarily battered, probably fifth-hand collection for 6-15 year olds. It was my introduction to Keats and I still have it, though the binding's fallen off.

You can read the entire poem here.


Brazillian Sun by Cocorosie. I always put on Cocorosie or Sigur Ros when I'm in a creative mood. They continuously inspire me. Brazillian Sun has nearly no lyrics, but Cocorosie's writing is also amazing and slightly scary. They're lyrics have so many levels you have to listen to them at least three times while they lead you through the difficult labyrinth they have constructed.

Phrase or Quote

'Illusion is the first of all pleasures' - Voltaire

Item of Clothing

Lets just say Cassie's entire wardrobe in Skins...can I make that one item? I covet it all! Specifically her amazing dress from the first episode, and her sailor outfit. I also love the shoes in the Lloyd Hughes photograph as well... (photographs from here)


Pere Lachaise cemetry in Paris. Moliere, Heloise and Abelard, Jim Morrison, Edith Piaf and Oscar Wilde are all buried there, among many others. I've always wanted to spend a day there...

And finally...

Disney Princess

Sleeping Beauty...

And I tag: Darjeeling Dreams, Here Comes the Sun, Candy Hearts, naturally nina, the tea drinking english rose and all of my dreams they fall like rain

Phew! Thats a lot of tags!


Sunday, March 15, 2009

As long as we have dreams

Photos by Sarah Hermans

This weekend has been so grey and rainy all the happiness seems to have been washed away in the downpour. I've spent most of my spare time traipsing around the extemily wet city in my winter clothes (only recently uncovered from their burial place at the back of my closet), trying to get my spirits up despite the colourlessness and the ill-fortune it seems to bring.

I blame the rain for:

- Making my sewing machine skitz when I was hurriedly trying to alter one of my warm skirts before leaving the house today.

- Filling up my shoes with water as soon as I stepped out into the open (they're so overworn there are holes in the soles).

- The seven years bad luck I have garnered after stepping on, and shattering, a full-length mirror on Saturday night.

All I want to do is curl up in the warmth and safety of my bed and listen to the rain beat against the roof. I love the fuzzy feeling you get when sheltering from a storm. It reminds me of the magic and security of childhood blanket cubby-houses and pillow fortresses.

The lovely Sarah Hermans' photos take me back to just those memories. Don't they just make you want to hide from the rest of the world under your doona?

I think I'll go and do that now! Theres a lovely Pride and Prejudice show on tonight I could forget myself in...

Friday, March 13, 2009


, originally uploaded by fishing guilligan.

Today I watched a dog escape from its owner and chase my train until it became a black spot on the horizon.

Today I read three zines, none of which inspired me, but gave me a new idea on how to use the office photocopier (which hates me).

Today I considered changing my name to Esther (only for a moment).

Today I ate a bowl of ice-cream and drank two cups of coffee simply to have a reason not to leave a busy cafe.

Today I found myself at an unknown train-station, and had a fleeting moment of Fight Club-esque confusion; was I asleep?


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Please don't erase this, the rain will do it for you

'It's raining women's voices as if they were dead even in memory,

It's raining you as well, marvelous encounters of my life
Oh little drops, those rearing couds begin to neigh a universe of auricular cities

Listen to the rain while regret and distain weep to an ancient music

Listen to the fetters falling that bind you above and below.'

Guillaume Appolinaire - It Rains, Il Pleut
Images: 1. 2.
3. micmojo 4.

This poem is so lovely it takes my breath away, even in its english translation. To really appreciate it you must see it the way it was originally written. Its a very early peice of concrete poetry, and on the page is almost seems as if the words were droplets of rain, streaming down a window in the middle of a shower.

If anyone knows a better translation I would love to hear it. I copied this one down into my diary a while ago and only came across it again yesterday, so I don't know whose translation it was.

I have to admit, I'm getting quite addicted to blogging. Everytime I discover something beautiful I have to put it up here. I'm already getting behind in uni so I think I might have to tone it down a little.


Monday, March 9, 2009

For the record, today's weather is sunny with occasional lusts after lace

Images from here, and here respectively

For the record, today's weather is sunny with occasional lusts after lace.

I'm beginning to become obsessed with lace. I have so many cuttings in my room. Its so lovely and magical and makes me feel as if I live in a period novel.

Yesterday on my way back to my friend's house we discovered a tree wrapped in doilies tied together with string, so all the branches were completely covered in lace. We looked quite the fool climbing up to get a better look.

The rest of the day was filled with picnics in the park and ice-cream on top of scaffolding, looking over the city.
I hope your weekend was as lovely!

PS. I just finished reading Diary; A Novel by the amazing Chuck Palahniuk (the author of Fight Club. If you haven't read it, pick it up now. Its disturbing but so well written). His structure is incredible. His writing style influenced the title of my post, although my content is far happier than what fills his novels.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Get Shaky, originally uploaded by Roberto Rubalcava.

About twenty minutes ago my house completely shook. From what I can tell an earth tremor lasting a couple of seconds went through Metropolitan Melbourne. It was so surreal. I've never felt the earth move before. And in Melbourne. I thought I was imagining it.

From what I've heard I don't think there has been any damage. But its only been about half an hour and to tell you the truth I haven't heard very much. I just thought I should let you know. :)

In other news, I just finished my first week of uni and I'm completely exhausted! I've also decided to force myself to write a short story or creative writing task a week to keep me motivated. I finished my first just before the tremor.

Anyone else in Melbourne feel it?


EDIT: According to this US survey, the tremor measured 4.7 on the Richter scale.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Marie, Marie

Found here

I just finished Annie Leibovitz: At Work today, and I just had to share this photo I hadn't seen before. It was part of Kirsten Dunst's Marie Antoinette shoot, but the dress absolutely takes my breath away. Isn't it amazing? You may need to view a larger size to get the full effect. I also had to crop it a tad. I hate cropping photos, but it was so wide shrinking it anymore lost a lot of the lovely detail. View it from its source. And view it large.

Today I was forced to leave work early due to the storm warning. The weather doesn't seem too bad, though there is something menacing about the light. Kirsten Dunst's dress reminds me of it.