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supermouse) wrote2009-06-24 09:38 pm
supermouse) wrote2009-06-24 09:38 pm
Things I have been thinking about.
I haven't been thinking about Iran. I probably should have (it's news, the election was ripped off, it's important) but seriously, no spoons. I've been not playing Mafia, not reading a manuscript, not doing much. The generalised guilt has been getting me down, so back to daily updates it is, then.
I've been thinking about gifts, presents, the nature of gift-giving, all of which has kicked me into gear on a few long-put-off things, like sending rooibus to Spain to my former, very wonderful landlady (who hates the word 'landlady' because, she says, it reminds her of Mrs Mopp). I can't think of her without thinking of poetry. Specifically, They Fuck You Up, Your Mum And Dad by Philip Larkin. My own favourite poems are either
I've been thinking about gifts, presents, the nature of gift-giving, all of which has kicked me into gear on a few long-put-off things, like sending rooibus to Spain to my former, very wonderful landlady (who hates the word 'landlady' because, she says, it reminds her of Mrs Mopp). I can't think of her without thinking of poetry. Specifically, They Fuck You Up, Your Mum And Dad by Philip Larkin. My own favourite poems are either
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I haven't been thinking about Iran. I probably should have (it's news, the election was ripped off, it's important) but seriously, no spoons. I've been not playing Mafia, not reading a manuscript, not doing much. The generalised guilt has been getting me down, so back to daily updates it is, then.
I've been thinking about gifts, presents, the nature of gift-giving, all of which has kicked me into gear on a few long-put-off things, like sending rooibus to Spain to my former, very wonderful landlady (who hates the word 'landlady' because, she says, it reminds her of Mrs Mopp). I can't think of her without thinking of poetry. Specifically, <a href="http://www.artofeurope.com/larkin/lar2.htm">They Fuck You Up, Your Mum And Dad</a> by Philip Larkin. My own favourite poems are either <a href="http://www.solearabiantree.net/namingofparts/namingofparts.html>Naming of Parts</a> by Henry Reed or <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=30605">Litany</a> by Billy Collins. All three are, you note, white and male.
I've been thinking about gifts, presents, the nature of gift-giving, all of which has kicked me into gear on a few long-put-off things, like sending rooibus to Spain to my former, very wonderful landlady (who hates the word 'landlady' because, she says, it reminds her of Mrs Mopp). I can't think of her without thinking of poetry. Specifically, <a href="http://www.artofeurope.com/larkin/lar2.htm">They Fuck You Up, Your Mum And Dad</a> by Philip Larkin. My own favourite poems are either <a href="http://www.solearabiantree.net/namingofparts/namingofparts.html>Naming of Parts</a> by Henry Reed or <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=30605">Litany</a> by Billy Collins. All three are, you note, white and male.
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