Imagine me in a dark cave, in all encompassing nothingness, a vacuum that envelopes my mind and disorientates my body, a mindless force of nature that stops not for the laws of physics, a void, a blackhole, a hungry darkness where I cannot be sure if I am still awake or alive ...
Now imagine me trying to take a photograph of the darkness to show my friends!
That's how pointless it is to explain why I have fallen in love with WHITE NOISE. You have to read it to know what I mean ...
Don DeLillo, you are the man!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
pop up ad
I don't always miss her,
in fact I quite like the extra room -
to manoeuvre,
the house is less messy
and my old habit of stacking everything
in neat little
piles has come home to roost;
no one 'borrows' my toothbrush in the morning
or giggles as I struggle into my trousers
I have time to be my selfish self
and to fritter away irresponsibly
and yet, in the midst of all my
self indulgent reveries
her face pops up like
a poker ad, unpredictably
beautifully
(heartbreakingly so)
every time I hear a love song.
Last night,
it was an old one from
Junglee
in fact I quite like the extra room -
to manoeuvre,
the house is less messy
and my old habit of stacking everything
in neat little
piles has come home to roost;
no one 'borrows' my toothbrush in the morning
or giggles as I struggle into my trousers
I have time to be my selfish self
and to fritter away irresponsibly
and yet, in the midst of all my
self indulgent reveries
her face pops up like
a poker ad, unpredictably
beautifully
(heartbreakingly so)
every time I hear a love song.
Last night,
it was an old one from
Junglee
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