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Posted By Geraldine On 05.05.2013 @ 4:08 pm

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Posted By geraldine On 10.11.2012 @ 10:51 pm

Friday night trouble bound start under the eaves of the National and wheel free wheel swing round Hyde Park Corner slake the city dust with welcome Guinness in a Fleet Street hostelry haunted by ghosts of hacks and its a world that wheels on in my absence but I am not quite disconnected a ghost of me rides in every critical mass ride though I am in a distant lonely far from sort of place and my bicycle languishes in damp garage neglected abandoned and listening for the call of the city turn again

Posted By geraldine On 10.08.2012 @ 1:55 pm

yes lets do that, I’m good at that, shapeshift, raze and rise again, move country, purge all past associations and begin again, make the world anew, shaking the dust and water drops from wings right now, breathing in, ready to fly into the heart of the sun, ready to drown in moonlight, whatever it takes

Posted By geraldine On 05.28.2012 @ 12:40 am

jewellery, drop, glisten, colourful, expensive

Posted By Geraldine On 04.17.2012 @ 5:01 am

dismissed

Posted By geraldine On 03.09.2012 @ 8:55 pm

there is a suge of people in the place d’odeon, I see everything in black and white today, but with leica precision, who are these people, les profs de sport against what?, for what?, I like it anyway, it feels alive

Posted By geraldine On 03.08.2012 @ 1:23 am

with its wings so beautiful and the endless fluttering that gives me a feeling of calm.

Posted By geraldine On 02.08.2012 @ 12:22 pm

I’m going to the port , not forever , but for a fun and transformative and happy period of change and growth, its different, its a new way of life, full of possibilities, I waited for the equinoctial point to pass and now the lights are green

Posted By geraldine On 09.22.2011 @ 11:15 pm

never have an average day anymore as it goes, all seems momentous or special or do or die or contains moments of heart-melting emotion never to be forgotten, but so it should be for precious gift of a day

Posted By geraldine On 09.16.2011 @ 12:24 am

Lisa had a little pink ashtray shaped like a sardine can with the metal lid rolled back on the key, but painted baby pink. It’s so smoking is less ugly, she said. She also said that the best thing she ever did to stop spending money the way that landed her $30,000 in debt without a mortgage was to write down ever cent or franc she spent in a little notebook, just keeping an account kept her aware of what she was doing. I dreamed about her one night buying blue clementines in the Marche Saint Quentin in the tenth arrondisement, bright glowing ultramarine blue they were, as was the light around her. What did that mean? I asked the wizard, why did she have blue light around her? He said I asked the wrong question, that I should be asking why did I see it? What i see is as much about me as about what I see.

Posted By geraldine On 09.15.2011 @ 2:36 am

that’s what I’m about today, rallying. Not careering round tight corners, other than in a metaphorical sense, but picking up a dream, despite all the nay-saying difficulties, and running with it. Why don’t you? G’wan!

Posted By geraldine On 09.14.2011 @ 1:11 am

I was at a rally, a car rally and the noise was unbelievable. How can anyone think in all this racket, I thought; and smiled at the irony of my own wit. But it was all worthwhile to see the joy on my son’s face.

Posted By Geraldine On 09.13.2011 @ 12:40 pm

I followed my mother’s trade said Auntie Diane, in a phrase that betrayed her age where her startlingly youthful appearance did not. So proud of their City and Guilds, and rightly so. She was an embroiderer. I saw in my mind skeins in rich, Edwardian tones, mustard yellow, petrol blue and olive, soft silk sheen draped over the arm of the chair by a hissing gas fire in a little flat in Mayfair. I am transported to the sixties, my grandmother stitching, my aunt brushing her beige suede mini skirt with a little rubber brush, me lying on a hearth rug with Wiggie the budgie walking on my stomach.

Posted By geraldine On 09.13.2011 @ 12:10 am

we didn’t usually hover to the Isle of Wight, we went on the ‘cat’ that was hardly an appropriate sea going animal. The hover craft was like a big frilled squid, flapping and vibrating its way up on to the sand

Posted By geraldine On 09.12.2011 @ 4:41 am

on a high lawn in Thames Ditton on the way to my Cinderella fire-laying, cleaning job in the Red Lion pub , early on a misty October morning there were two English Setters looking out on the road and at me bicycling past, with flecked silky coats and up pointed noses, so very British, of another time, probably the eighteenth century, redolent of ease and elegance, most distinguished-looking

Posted By geraldine On 09.11.2011 @ 2:38 am

bar hopping on Halsted on a wet November night we fund six hundred dollars in a roll in the gutter, split up some between us to pay a few bills, put a lump in a back pocket for an AIDS charity, closed Little Jim’s again, felt like we’d found the family we always wanted, some of us were gone soon after, the rest of us are scattered now, but it was beautiful and real despite all the beer

Posted By geraldine On 09.09.2011 @ 6:33 am

a hawkmoth flew in the bathroom window and dove in the deep end of the bath and I flew out, of the bath that is, not the window, although that would have been understandable, t’was a monster!

Posted By geraldine On 09.07.2011 @ 6:25 am

echoing in my head is the Frank song: who says an ant – can’t ( love the rhyme)- move a rubber tree plant…… I miss the States where everything was possible. But I lived there fifteen years ago and maybe it’s not true anymore. if America has lost it’s high hopes we must play the rubber plant song to them in elevators (See, I learned the language, not lifts but elevators, I went native you could say)

Posted By geraldine On 09.06.2011 @ 12:59 am

I’m not crying I just got the crushed chili pepper dust in my eye again

Posted By geraldine On 09.04.2011 @ 3:47 am

he was working that day diving for sponges off the north African coast and I languished in a mountainside factory on Crete, wrapping cucumbers ( agourias, the green animals ), at twelve o’clock I was suddenly overwhelmed by griping pains, a shortage of breath and vomited outside in the blinding sunlight. At precisely the same time he was on his boat trying to bind up a blood leg wound, extracting the spines of the creature whose poison was coursing through his veins and nauseating him, like any of the world’s seas, stuff like this is always happening to me I don’t know where I begin or end and whatever edges I might perceive shift and reshape themselves endlessly

Posted By geraldine On 09.02.2011 @ 5:49 am

everything is mist right now, no path is clear, all is ambiguous, there is nothing and no one in life to trust or understand and no option but to surrender to being in the fog

Posted By geraldine On 08.30.2011 @ 2:14 am

there are always chances, but not always the will or courage to take them, time is running out, it’s time to take some chances

Posted By geraldine On 08.29.2011 @ 12:48 am

laquelle est la plus jolie? enquired Mlle Briard in french class, flaunting her fushcia coloured duck head umbrella. My duck head umbrella, hooked on my desk, was black and I loved it more- it was tasteful, reserved and mine

Posted By geraldine On 08.24.2011 @ 5:35 pm

outside the day is bright and the air like silk and I want to be out riding through it on my bicycle, how many more will we have like this? But I’m stuck here with work to do, behind the glass and the world is silenced and distanced

Posted By geraldine On 08.24.2011 @ 6:54 am

i was ready for the poisonous atmosphere, I put up a shield and there was nothing they could do (in public ) except ignore us, all that ugliness I saw around me, the inane humour and entertainments, the pursued and bitter faces the defiantly folded arms, the permanently flared nostrils (and alcoholic flushes) I saw it all, an enchantment has dropped away, things that charmed me now appear grotesque, I had to go and see it clearly and be ready to dust my hands of those wasted years, it’s sad too

Posted By geraldine On 08.22.2011 @ 5:42 am

i missed you as the sun went down, I watched from the cliff top and it melted orange over the sheep island, spilled in to the sound and all I could feel was the the distance and the loss and a denial of beauty that is a crime against life

Posted By geraldine On 08.20.2011 @ 6:23 am

i missed you as the sun went down, I watched from the cliff top and it melted orange over Sheep island, spilled in to the sound and all I could feel was the the distance and the loss and a denial of beauty that is a crime against life

Posted By geraldine On 08.20.2011 @ 6:22 am

she walked until she found the female herd whether they were just inside the gate or she had to walk three miles in the rain. As the time approached they came closer and crept in to her dreams formed a close protective circle. It stayed with her their musky smell, the snap of bracken stalks, the low hanging mist over the open parkland at dawn

Posted By geraldine On 08.18.2011 @ 2:29 pm

yes please, I’ll go back there, it was a place where I learned and grew and felt things in a way I didn’t know possible, I felt power surging out of stones, I knew what people were thinking, I stood by a lake and understood it to be my queen-dom in a way no exchange of papers can make so, all these, but mostly I’ll repeat it all for the love

Posted By geraldine On 08.16.2011 @ 1:08 pm