By Carol Ann Duffy
After I no longer speak they break our fingers
to salvage my wedding ring. Rebecca Rachel Ruth
Aaron Emmanuel David, stars on all our brows
Beneath the gaze of men with guns. Mourn for our daughters,
upright as statues, brave. You would not look at me.
You waited for the bullet. Fell. I say, Remember.
Remember those appalling days which make the world
forever bad. One saw I was alive. Loosened
his belt. My bowels opened in a ragged gape of fear.
Between the gap of corpses I could see a child.
The soldiers laughed. Only a matter of days separate
this from acts of torture now. They shot her in the eye.
How would you prepare to die, on a perfect April evening
with young men gossiping and smoking by the graves?
My bare feet felt the earth and urine trickled
down my legs. I heard the click. Not yet. A trick.
After immense suffering someone takes tea on the lawn.
After the terrible moans a boy washes his uniform.
After the history lesson children run to their toys the world
turns in its sleep the spades shovel soil Sara Ezra…
Sister, if seas part us, do you not consider me?
Tell them I sang the ancient psalms at dusk
inside the wire and strong men wept. Turn thee
unto me with mercy, for I am desolate and lost.
Norma Jean this weekend was amazing...was proper nice seeing panda again as no seen that lass in AGES. Anyway some pricks at the gig may have stole money from my bag...but luckily I had a good time anyway and was crashing with craig who drove me back so was all good. Proper bashed my head a few times that night, and nearly chocked on £2.99 wine. ooops.
Saturday-matts 21st...went to the tron...drank awful drinks and pawned them off to others and has lots of disgustingly confusing banter of the craig hogg variety. pfffft
anyway im in college on a monday for the first time in forever...forgetting class is at 2:12 not 1:15 resulting in me having like 45 minutes to piss about on the net. Win =]
Proper feel a bit ill though
And had the most VIVID zombie dream last night/this morning. no joke
I dislike the fact the college doesn't give me money.
I like money. Alot
Anyone who would like to give me some, or a job that would mean money for me....you have my number, and I am waiting.
I have been bed-ridden for the past couple of days-actually ill-and not just the pretend ill when I can't be bothered going into college [cause I can] but more so the vommity ill where you are in bed all day reading matheson wishing for sweet sweet release from the puking the coughing and the general icky shiver/fever. I lived with a hot bottle and hot lemon. Hermit lifestyle FTW I beleive.
Anyway I'm in college, thinking about my personal statement and all the lovely things I could put on it. Most of it will sound like bullshit natrually but plucking at the very fibre of my being so the university I desire, well thats just fucking life isnt it?
The halls are lovely. And I have an open day there next week. Fuck aye.
German market opens soon, can't wait. AND me and Craig are going to chitty chitty bang bang. Fucking winners/losers-whatever.
This weekend: well I'm broke, and have an assesment next week-so as it stands
Its the gays birthday tonight and I'd very muchly like to go out-anyone who wants to give me money/booze/cigs/a place to stay....say now yes? This is rather imporant as the gay is only down like ONCE in a blue moon, and everyones out tonight and arg arg arg....id rather not have a night in ta.
Saturday...craig mc has invited me for gin in the gardens. So bus to town, gin with buchan craig, bus home. Free drink sounds nice. This will proberly fall through though.
TOC-alexis....it was the disco. There was party, there was vodka...it was funtime.
All these gigs I'd like to go to...take me
ALEXISONFIRE and the comeback kid
Shiny Toy Guns
Kilswitch [already got my ticket]
but wtf are dillinger...it has been TOO LONG! TOO LONG!
So I'm being taken to see Protest the hero and as i lay dying in glasvegas next sunday, leaving before bullet so can get train to edinburgh and indulge in some sexy disco time..so aye, its going to be braw. So either someone get me a job, or buy me lots and lot and lots of gig tickets for my christmas and teach me how to drive so I can get back n forth mate. x
Poetry of Departures-Phillip Larkin
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,
And always the voice will sound
Certain you approve
This audacious, purifying,
And they are right, I think.
We all hate home
And having to be there:
I detect my room,
It's specially-chosen junk,
The good books, the good bed,
And my life, in perfect order:
So to hear it said
He walked out on the whole crowd
Leaves me flushed and stirred,
Like Then she undid her dress
Or Take that you bastard;
Surely I can, if he did?
And that helps me to stay
Sober and industrious.
But I'd go today,
Yes, swagger the nut-strewn roads,
Crouch in the fo'c'sle
Stubbly with goodness, if
It weren't so artificial,
Such a deliberate step backwards
To create an object:
Books; china; a life
This weekend, there was alot of gin.
I got drunk.
And my face felt it was going to explode.
It was a wonderful night.
With an anticlimax.
Me, Tee n Jo ended up at some irish blokes flat. There was pool and pasta and airbeds for me and a toony.
I spent yesterday in a duvet eating bread and drinking tea to recover.
I win at life.
Oh and Happy Birthday Wishes To Chebheed x
"Halloween is a time of giving. A time when you can dress up like a zombie and complete strangers will give you candy - or if you are a zombie, it's the one time out of the year you won't be discriminated against. In either case, Halloween is a joyous occasion."
I have hearts for livejournal. FACT
last night could have been far better. it wasnt though. gutted.
tonight going to do homework and lie on my face and eat rice crispies. oh how i love the crispie goodness.
My mouth tastes funny. And I'd like a lad. Find one for me mate x
Happy halloween bitches.
My weekend was reasonable. I saw Saw 3 on Friday. Cocktails and pub crawly on Saurday. Zombie disco disco on Sunday. I wore heels. I took a cunk out my foot. I walked out Subway in tights. I got a piggy back to tollcross. Win. Win Win. The photos are rediculous. I look like a crack whore.
Sometimes I think people strive to understand what appropriate conversation is.
Friends: Talking about how my ex was after hookermouth split up with him and how I'll feel when he sleeps with someone else is not apt conversation for walking to the pub, at the beggining of the night. It fills me with the brimmy brimmy rage. I dislike it. Alot.
Exes: Do not talk about how if you wanted a relationship you'd be with me, how I'm the best you're going to get and that one day we'll get married. It's utter bullshit. And upsets me. A little/lot.
Other that drama....sparklers were fun. Freezing was not. Sguidgy feet made me giggle. Wall pictures [rofl] made me laugh more.
ZOMBIE GIRL AND BUNNY MAN
the ultimate super-hero duo. coming to you soon. FACT.
Buchan in a rabbit costume is the single funniest thing I've ever seen. When he hopped it only made it better. Emohearts for buchan.
Craigs Birthday in a week. I'll be in Paisley. Bringing the disco. You better watch out mother lickers.