One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.  Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master.  Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant  to travel. None of these will bring disaster.  I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master.  I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.   --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied.  It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

this is my favourite poem in the whole world. it's not even slightly obscure, it's not particularly unusual, but its kind of perfect to me. partly because even though it's kind of sad... it's optimistic but the subject matter of losing, losing all the time is still sad... but despite that, it doesn't make me feel sad. it just paints a picture for me. if this were a photograph, it'd be a faded one of a cluttered, charactered little house, a sense of things misplaced and old, forgotten loss. and there'd be someone in it, an old person who's lost somebody but they're smiling and in the chaos around them they just feel at home. although I guess this isn't really about loss being easy, or accepting it.

fine well I guess I'm in a pretty weird mood.

(fyi; I lost the line breaks when I posted this. it's not supposed to be all forced into one gap-less paragraph)

I chaarrmed ya like a snake

dear blogger (I feel less exposed and vulnerable here. however, I will stop spamming you with posts once I run out of words, bound to happen sooner or later. I've exhausted blogger. ...yeah, I know);

I wanted to share this with you. this is the product my "not spending a penny of my wages". I am not ashamed, though, because it is unreasonable to expect someone who worked 40 fairly physically/otherwise exhausting hours per week, to not spend the money immediately as and when they receive it. in my case, the weakness lies with cheap amplifiers on the internet. my marshall has become a complete fucking joke and I don't know how long it'll be before it's completely gone.
anyway, instead, I am proud, because I have (so far) managed to contain myself to ebay, and bought only wonderful, vital things. especially the owl, which as you may have noticed, cost me "1p". the glasses though, are honestly necessary, we'll just have to see when I can budget for getting lenses put in them.

including post and packaging, I believe these 4 came to under £15 total, I don't care if they break, have coffee stains on them (that, in fact, would endear a novel to me further) and turn my neck blue, I found bargains.

seriously though, I will need a companion twice my size who can physically block my path to any atms within my reach at any given point, I don't have the strength.

*edit; I just re-read that, and really just physically slapped myself in the face. I'm a shitty materialist, but it could be worse.

oh, "beach house", look up 'em?

PS; I realise that when an item is described on ebay as "cool", it's value is somewhat cheapened, and would like to register my offence at being condescendingly told that franny and zooey is "good book", I sort of "got" that much.

(THIS IS A BIZARRE SET OF MISCELLANEOUS OLD PICTURES SORRY)

golden oldies

something sweet or something strong

vividity

pulling teeth

if i ever had 'something' ive lost it now, apparently. damn.

holiday

THIS SEAGULL DANCED FOR ME


i like them panorama things. my mums cameras mint.

just drifting