30.6.08 | Coffee

Now then... why don't you come and have one of these with me in my favourite cafe? You know you want to!! Yes you do! Afterwards, i'll show you my etchings (No not you Carl, eww)



  4:29 pm :. Blogger carlberry hollered thusly:

You keep your etchings to yourself (although the coffee sounds good).

  3:28 am :. Blogger LiVEwiRe hollered thusly:

::Pondering:: Will the coffee still be hot by the time I get there even if covered with a fine layer of dust? ;)

  7:25 am :. Blogger Linosaur hollered thusly:

*gets out a Very long straw*
Mmmm coffee! Under the coloured fishies, with those lovely ppl!

*slurps away* nom nom nom

  10:25 am :. Blogger Ginger Doll hollered thusly:

Promise me no nonsense spongue cake and I'm there...

  5:24 pm :. Blogger Ginger Doll hollered thusly:

and my spelling is tragic!

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19.6.08 | this is (not happy)

this is a rubbish of human rind
with a photograph
clutched in the half
of a hand and the word
love underlined

this is a girl who died in her mind
with a warm thick scream
and a keen cold groan
while the gadgets purred
and the gangsters dined

this is a deaf dumb church and blind
with an if in its soul
and a hole in its life
where the young bell tolled
and the old vine twined

this is a dog of no known kind
with one white eye
and one black eye
and the eyes of his eyes
are as lost as you'll find

- e.e. cummings


  4:50 pm :. Blogger Ginger Doll hollered thusly:

This Poem

This poem is dangerous: it should not be left
Within the reach of children, or even of adults
Who might swallow it whole, with possibly
Undesirable side-effects. If you come across
An unattended, unidentified poem
In a public place, do not attempt to tackle it
Yourself. Send it (preferably, in a sealed container)
To the nearest centre of learning, where it will be rendered
Harmless, by experts. Even the simplest poem
May destroy your immunity to human emotions.
All poems must carry a Government warning. Words
Can seriously affect your heart.

Elma Mitchell

  7:29 am :. Blogger {illyria} hollered thusly:

i adore ee. but the mitchell poem, too, is priceless. thanks, ginger doll, for sharing.

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16.6.08 | this is

The Saturnyne sits in his dark dark chair and thinks of people not here.

This is where i leant against the railing at the station. Red sneakers, black trench, stripey shirt. I remember saying to Pumpkin on the way here: "Jeez!- I look like fuckin Neil Tennant in Doctor Who nowadays". to which the Pumpkin gigglingly reminds me that once again, i have mixed up famous names

"It's David Tennant! Da-vid! And Anthony Hopkins STILL didn't appear in Psycho"

Same difference, he and Perky both played murderers!

Sitting and thinking...

This is where i stood with my air of uncomfortable assumed nonchalance and where we first met, on a rundown British train station platform, weeds and yellow wild flowers bursting through the cracks, sunlight bursting through the clay coloured sky to light up the day, both from above and below. Truly, stars shone in the hour of our meeting, but only for those to see who can.

This is where we hugged, as natural as breathing, and standing back, i marvelled at your vivid blue eyes with their mischief and wisdom in equal depths.

This litle stretch of pavement is where we spontaneously burst into dance! blithely unaware of the million and one people walking past us. That was fun! can we do it again?

This is the cafe where we drank good strong coffee beneath the brightly coloured fishies with their cheery grins and happy crazy eyes, talking of our homes and peoples.

This is the exact spot on the street where we met that old lush and tall tail teller, Jimmy Satan, who with yellowing and cracked teeth and whisky breath, showed that even a drunken Englishman can have charm and courtesy, regardless of his wrong beginnings.

This place was the Sainsbury's market where we discovered a new appreciation for things to rub on our faces and where the security guards looked at us with baffled bemusement. Obviously, they have never seen carrots put to such good use *nods wisely*. It's also the place of cakeys! *nom nom nom* and vinegar crispies *nom nom nom*

This is the taxi where you probably realized that everyone in the entire world will talk to The Saturnyne given the chance, and indeed The Saturnyne does give them that chance, for better or worse.

This is my tiny home, where i discovered in my turn, that Swedish people cannot understand why our tap water smells of swimming pools, nor why we have so many differerent transport companies or Utilities that all run so badly. In Sweden, everthing is brilliantly efficient! And expensive- but still! And while i tried as always, and with anxiety, to be the perfect host, i discovered once again, how wonderful it is to have perfect guests also.

This is the city we ventured to, and ate the most delicious seafudz and where i finally allowed my imagination out for the evening. Scary, isn't it? But not as scary as drunken English people (tall tail tellers always excepted, of course)

This is my kitchen, where we sang songs to each other, and i thrilled to hear your voice, untroubled and free and soaring above all your sorrows.

This is the door where i held you tight for one last time, before watching you leave for your long journey back home to your loving beautiful child and the places you are familiar with and your friends and your cats.

This is my dark dark chair, where i sit and think of friends who i miss very much, while listening for footsteps at the door, waiting for their return and the stars to shine again once more.

I'm tired, and i want to sleep now.



  5:43 pm :. Blogger Linosaur hollered thusly:

*hugs close and sneaks a cake up behind your back and rubbs it on your face*

Awww!! We really had a lovely time and this trip will always be close to my heart and make me smile.

You were a perfect host and I will return to the tiny lovely home of yours as soon as possible


  9:56 am :. Blogger Ginger Doll hollered thusly:

I came over a bit teary reading that. Bloody lovely, Satty-Babes.


  4:59 am :. Blogger LiVEwiRe hollered thusly:

Definitely backing Ginger Doll up on this one. All the snippets of scenarios made me smile, albiet a slightly sad smile. Thinking of times past, recent or far, is often bittersweet. xoxo

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