Finally got round to watching Sylvain Chomet's Les Triplettes de Belleville/ The Triplets of Belleville last night. And I must say: if you're in for an extraordinary car chase, then this is the movie to watch! 
First, it has three of my favourite things in it: trains, wicked old ladies and nightmares. Then, it's …
I don’t steal memories. I buy them 30p apiece.
My long-standing hobby of rescuing/collecting other people's memories has resurfaced again. It would have resurfaced before, only, to my shame, I was unable to find the usual place in our local market selling vintage photos&postcards. It's like the magic little shop that Terry Pratchett pokes so much fun at in his Discworld novels: it would …
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“And her eyes shine like lamps”
Since I ended up deleting one of my initial posts, explaining my id, "amphisbaina", I thought I might write a new and improved one, for anyone who might be interested. ^_^ Usually, when I confess to owning a blog and people ask for the URL, they get stuck at "amphisbaina". They give me that "what" …
“Death is the only path that leads to birth”
I ended up purging quite a few of my older posts from 1-2 years ago. I guess this tends to happen when I'm about to leave a piece of my life behind: I prefer to erase all incriminating evidence. Well, the stuff I deleted was mostly debris anyway, so I don't suppose the on-line multiverse'll …
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The Stuff that Happens in Graveyards…
One of the most amazing, surreal things things happened today, when I was visiting the Holy Trinity Church graveyard in Stratford-upon-Avon. I was busy taking a photograph of a beautiful Victorian tombstone, when a little boy (probably aged somehwere between 4 and 6) ran to a tombstone nearby, kneeled in front of it, then started …
Shadows Again
Getting serious again in the penultimate day of NaPoWriMo. For some reason, I've written about shadows again. [screencap from this video, via] Shadow Baby by Kalyiel Lately I've been able to hear shadows Moving stealthily with these, our bodies, The sound of their airy shackles as they Trudge between flesh and soul, moaning Miserably on …
Two in One: Days 27 and 28 of NaPo
Dear NaPoWriMo, Sorry for skipping yesterday's poem, but surely the fact that I had to pull an (almost) all-nighter is enough of an excuse. 😛 To make up for it, I have written two poems today (and no, the fact that they're both haikus doesn't mean I'm not playing fair! 🙂 ). Snapshot by Kalyiel …
I can dream these books
Horribly busy day, so I am resorting to a haiku. 🙂 (Well, at least I'm being honest, right?) [via] Haiku of the Book-Plant by Kalyiel A handful of books Sown into the desk's hard wood: Harvest of the dead.
Theme: Childhood
Creativity's welling up again after a few days of just throwing random, arid words on the paper. Today's poem's turned out a little better, I think. It's a bit weird, structure-wise and tone-wise, but I wanted it to have a weird feel to it. [via] Playground by Kalyiel She was like a fruitful soil that …
NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Four: Metamorphoses
Incredible, but true: I am running out of inspiration. (Or maybe I'm just very tired...) Self-Portrait as a Grotesque by Kalyiel Perched onto an oriel window, I look down at the city. No one looks up, except children And tourists. But if they would, They'd see a pair of green eyes - The moss made …
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