Today I went to the Herbert Museum, to have a look at their "Secret Egypt" exhibition. As it turned out, it was pretty good, in spite of its being quite small, so I'd heartily recommend it to anyone living in the Coventry area. One of the nice things about going to see the exhibition was …
Writing Feels Better Nowadays…
Just odds and ends, today. Odds and ends. ["Porte DorĂ©e 8" by Irina Ionesco, via] Cuckoo-Clock by Kalyiel But at my back in a cold blast I hear The rattle of the bones, and the chuckle spread from ear to ear. ~ T.S. Eliot, "The Fire Sermon" in "The Waste Land" It was a cold …
Still Here
I've had quite a long day today, so I've settled for a haiku. Which I'm dedicating to someone who had an even longer day than I did. đŸ˜‰ [illustration Spring/ Vale from the Tacuinum Sanitatis of Paris, via Gode Cookery] Haiku for a Kind of Spring by Kalyiel The smile on your lips - Solar …
Here Goes Another One…
As I've said before, it all works in mysterious ways... Somehow, this poem has put itself together bit by bit, out of basically everything that came together and made up these past few days... It's meant to be an arlabecca (for a slightly more comprehensive description of it, look it up here), which sounds more …
Day Two
Second day of NaPoWriMo and I haven't given up yet. I don't even know what, more precisely, prompted me to write this poem. My mind works in strange ways and sure makes odd connections... "Pub" by Olga Vladimirovna Rozanova (via Art Inconnu) Tea Time by Kalyiel In a voice like the chiming of a hundred …
“Have I Possibly Gone Daffy? What Is This?”
Okay, so I'm doing this now, before I get a chance to think better of it. I've joined NaPoWriMo for no good reason. I haven't had an exceptional day, so I might've been thinking that writing a crap poem a day might keep my mind off things... So here I am then... On a marathon …
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Some Days Are Like This
[Image by Kaatje Vermeire via Le Divan Fumoir BohĂ©mien] Just a poem for today. Birthdays by Kalyiel Do the dead ever remember their birthdays, I wonder? Does the sleep and the darkness surcease for a moment To reveal a candle stuck anonymously in the pink white brown Icing of a one two three layered cake …
A Mad Factory of Dreams (?)
Being sick and generally morose, all I've been doing all day has been daydreaming and blogging. I would honestly have read a crapload of manga, but I wasn't in the mood to make the effort of looking for something enjoyable enough to lift my spirits. So, that being said, I miss Kaori Yuki-san's work (I …
Of Useless Sports
Based on Oscar Wilde's concept that "no artist desires to prove anything" and that "the artist can express everything", I decided to make a tiny and useless experiment (but Mr Wilde also says that "all art is quite useless"). So, extracted like so many teeth sporting disgusting cavities from a previous anti-narrative exercise, here comes …
Of Nostalgia
I guess I'm just becoming oddly nostalgic, but I found this lying around in my virtual drawer, so I felt I had to post it, poor thing. It's an old-ish poem of mine, which I find I still enjoy. So Many Memories Ago Your arms go back so many memories ago, When the sky was …
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