Rejection & p[ay]back

My ear accepts the word 'forgotten' but comprehensively rejects 'gotten'.

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Speaking of comprehensive rejection, the walls of St. Pauli pee back. No, really. 

Now that's what you call revenge (they call the paint a name that sounds like a sanitary napkin, but whatever). 

GoI, look and learn.

'not speech but more silence'

Yes, things have been quiet here recently and are likely to remain this way in the foreseeable future. I'm saving the whys for later, for the ritual blog anniversary post which seems like the appropriate occasion for such a thesis.

For now, though, this: that the apparent compression of events and the speed of their occurence, both in the world and at home, requires not speech but more silence*.

Therefore no links either. Just the quiet reassurance of my arrival only to announce my continued departures.

Or something.
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*In an inversion of an earlier use of these words.

pucker

Sexy Motherpucker™ . Also known as gift. I can't help feeling, though, that if I do use it, I might end up looking like Goldie Hawn in Death Becomes Her.

I have lovely friends.


'Made in the UK for the Soap and Glory Cosmetics Co.'

Yes. Soaps and Glory.

You're welcome.

guardian spirit of the waters

Odilon Redon, Guardian Spirit of the Waters, 1878. Art Institute of Chicago.

A friend on Facebook has this up as her profile picture and I just love it, nearly as much as the Serafini Pulcinella flying on the clothesline.

When things loom, is must be Redon.(One way or another, escape is indicated.)

in a couple of days

Sorry about the lack of response on comments etc. Will be back in a couple of days.

(Is it just me, or is everything hurtling?)

Update: I am, of course, using this time usefully. What this means is that I'm tagging old posts, doing up to 25 a day (this could take me one month or more), after which I plan to prune the sidebar, discard most links and house-keep a bit.

No, this does not mean I am jobless. On the contrary.

So if your feedreaders go a little crazy, just ignore.

allowing for the contrary

This blog might remain silent for the rest of the year. There are promises to keep, and time is running out.

On the other hand, it might be that I'm saying this aloud so that I will be compelled to contradict myself and post, post, post, even though there's nothing to say.

You decide which it is.

Facebook-style Update

Space Bar is ready to throw a tantrum. Who wants to join her?