These are a few of my favourite things

I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long lovelies, but work is really getting the better of me. With exams fast approaching I barely have time to breathe! But while I procrastinate over my next writing folio (which I've been doing since the Easter break... its due Monday and I've barely started!) I just had to show you some of the high points of April! My favourite finds of last month! I hope you'll love them as much as I do.



I bought this lovely dress from an op shop for $15. It was a little pricey for me as far as op shops go, and I had to alter it a fair bit (which I think may have been a mistake... I think I took it up too high), but I love it ever so much! The material is so cute! It also looks lovely as a blouse under a high waisted skirt, and I've worn in to work like that a couple of times. I've been aching to wear it more but its been so cold lately...

I found this jumper a couple of weeks ago in some of my grandma's old clothes and I'm utterly obsessed with it. When I showed it to my sister however, she looked at me incredulously and asked, 'Don't you think you're getting a bit too kitsch?'. So I was fairly worried about wearing it out, but when I took it cautiously to uni last week I got a lot of compliments. Some of them may have been sarcastic... but I'm taking them as compliments. I'm so happy to have found it just in time for winter, even if it as a little confusing (see that leopard print on the shoulders? Thats vinyl! On black velvet!).

And lastly, my fabulous skates! (I'm getting better!)

But now, I should probably go back to writing my stupid story... Thanks for all your comments on my poem by the way! I submitted it with another I wrote later which I think works much better (I'm actually kind of proud of it) and I did really well. As well as I could wish for!

xS

Poetry?

'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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

xS

Tagged!

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!

Picture:


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.

Poem

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.

Song

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)

Place

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!

xS

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. weheartit.com 2. weheartit.com
3. micmojo 4. weheartit.com

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.

xS