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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams: April 2015
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams. Thursday, April 30, 2015. Reading Rilke at 3am. I am stunned, always, by the modernity of him, and yet how well he fits an epoch of deep introspection, critical thought and a tradition of intellectual questioning. All that nestled in the sheer beauty and familiarity of his prose, so new, so sure, so skin-felt and heart-drummed. To be so taken up, out and through by words still quite stuns me. I can imagine no better antidote to 3am restlessness. If you haven't, please do.
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams: March 2013
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams. Tuesday, March 5, 2013. Alert- not for vegetarian or vegan reading) I wrote this one after attending an intimate local evening that involved beers, snags and some intriguing character observation. 8209;Paul the sausage maker. So Paul was middle aged, tired, lonely and a bit sad. But God could he make sausages. Until a dreadful night when no animals came. You see, Mrs Betsy had gotten sick of calling her cat to a bowl of crunchies that never got eaten. Yet her cat ha...Paul ...
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams: April 2013
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams. Thursday, April 4, 2013. There is a soft sweet connection with my Grandpa calling me his gingerbread-girl and the Scrappy Girl I now find myself to be in mid-life. One that’s wholly different in its tone to anything else in my big rock-pool of relationships but resonant nonetheless. Let me tell you about crucial memories of childhood- about dinner, bath and bed. This triptych of the family album still takes up much of my time. Here are my Scrappy girl’s memories of:. I reca...
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams: November 2013
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams. Tuesday, November 26, 2013. Morning prayer for Uncle Jeff. Do we all know how to pray? Do I know how to pray if I want to? Long ago in childhood in sweet soft faith I could pray easily to God to bless my family then hop into bed. A faith that I lost in early adolescence. Once that kind of faith is lost I don’t think we can get it back. Ok then, I will pray to nature in the way of my women. You were his parent too, and now he has died and you may bring him home to you. He is...
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams: March 2015
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams. Tuesday, March 10, 2015. 8216;Fortune’s Legacy’ won today and everything is good because he’s going to leave, live like a king, maybe go to Sydney and buy an apartment and be close to his daughter and grandkids. Everything in the pub looks different now,. Haloed with an aura of sentimentality that blooms from his chest, making his beer taste like heaven and the weathered faces around seem very dear. Anything you bloody want, me horse won the race! Now he’ll never bloo...
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams: July 2015
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams. Friday, July 31, 2015. The train, the rain, and ‘Pomes Penyeach’. I love train travel. Even the morning commute across two trains from West to East I used to love. I love the sway of them, the rumble of them, the narrowness of them forcing all these bodies together as a reminder that in each separate skull exists a universe of memories, ancestry and experiences. I don’t even mind that sometimes people on them are strange or smelly. Thee moon’s greygolden meshes make.
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams: March 2014
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams. Saturday, March 8, 2014. A silent moment in the music. It’s a glaring autumn day and I am pleasantly mellow from a new sleeping pill I tried last night. I was in bed, hazing and fluttering to the wind and creaking house, and felt as though I was back in the era of coming down from a night of hard dancing and partying. I left everyone in a moment of clarity and certainty that I wanted to observe and absorb the undulating crowd of arms in the air. He offered me cocaine,.
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams: October 2015
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams. Tuesday, October 6, 2015. Come shrug with me. Parents used to have more social time with friends in the sixties, seventies and eighties than parents do now. As kids we ate a yellow TV dinner whilst they entertained with tinned things on ritz crackers, BenEan wine (or if you were classy, Mateusse), Neil Diamond on the record player and a blue haze of Stuveysent smoke. They laughed and ignored us, we survived it. Mothers and Fathers, hear my Call to Arms. I have decided to be...
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Observations of a Crazy World: Thoughtful Thursday ..... It Really Is All About the Bass!
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Observations of a Crazy World. A word in earnest is as good as a speech". Charles Dickens: Bleak House. Thursday, July 24, 2014. Thoughtful Thursday . It Really Is All About the Bass! A while back I wrote a blog about sexism in advertising. And there was a video about how the "perfect" models we see in magazines are photoshopped to perfection. While I appreciated the woman giving the presentation I am not so sure she would hold the attention of young women of the world. I LOVE this song/video! Women find...
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams: Rainy days and Arthur Mee and ‘Things to Make and Do’…
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Sailor Lily sleeps and dreams. Monday, January 11, 2016. Rainy days and Arthur Mee and ‘Things to Make and Do’…. From my seventies suburban childhood some aspects, objects and books still cavort in my mind, taking succour from thin after dinner mint chocolates and the recalled smell of ‘Le Jardin’ perfume. There was the avocado-coloured bath, the pine kitchen table with yellow vinyl seats, the olive and taupe floral wallpaper in my room, then those special books:. Those ‘Make and Do’ sections...Later, fu...