Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Bad intentions



Now this particular girl
During a ceremonious april walk
With her latest suitor
Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck
By the birds' irregular babel
And the leaves' litter.

By this tumult afflicted, she
Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air,
His gait stray uneven
Through a rank wilderness of fern and flower;
She judged petals in disarray,
The whole season, sloven.

How she longed for winter then! --
Scrupulously austere in its order
Of white and black
Ice and rock; each sentiment within border,
And heart's frosty discipline
Exact as a snowflake.

But here -- a burgeoning
Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits
Into vulgar motley --
A treason not to be borne; let idiots
Reel giddy in bedlam spring:
She withdrew neatly.

And round her house she set
Such a barricade of barb and check
Against mutinous weather
As no mere insurgent man could hope to break
With curse, fist, threat
Or love, either.

Sylvia Plath - Spinster




http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/sylviaplath/1432

Friday, 12 April 2013

Whatever your bag revealed to me...






According to the one-and-only Wikipedia: in religion and theology, revelation is the revealing or disclosing of some form of truth or knowledge through supposed communication with a deity or other supernatural entity or entities. Some religions have religious texts which they view as divinely or supernaturally revealed or inspired. For instance, Orthodox Judaism holds that the Torah was received from God on biblical Mount Sinai, and Muslims consider the Qur'an to have been revealed word by word and letter by letter.[1][2] [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revelation]

 My landlady used to say, especially after her second glass of wine, when she was getting more philosophical: 'it's not what you wear, it's how you accessorize'. The things you carry apparently say a lot about you. I don't know what this bag is saying about Ania then - there's clearly a fairly world-weary, and rather unsightly guy (a jinn? an apparition?) peeking out the bag, if you have a closer look.



Sunday, 7 April 2013

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Earls of Russia






Oh well, the Shodana is actually Japanese, I'm actually Polish and the ancient piece of jewellery was actually made five minutes ago with pincers and some super glue...but life's all about keeping up appearances, huh?