“Keep a to-do list”, they said. “It will help you schedule things”, they said. “There is satisfaction in ticking things off”, they said. “It gives you a sense of control, and stops you worry about what you might be forgetting”, they said. So I have been doing, for a few months now. And this is… Continue reading It’s been a long time since I wrote about to-do lists…
This is the final two stanzas or a poem by Warsan Shire. The poem is called What They Did Yesterday Afternoon. Or in this case, yesterday evening….. later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.
He and his little sister were running round the park, in and out of the flower beds and the birds. “Look” he said as he stretched forward his head and bent up his arms “I’m a pigeon”.His younger sister squealed with laughter and copied him. They strutted round the park being pigeons, having a fantastically… Continue reading “Look at me, I’m a……”
He is the kind of man about whom people will write many wonderful things and eloquent tributes – all of them deserved. I cannot really add to what will be said, but there is this memory that I treasure. I was not finishing my thesis; I had been writing it for nearly 11 years. It… Continue reading A good man….
I have just read this, and absolutely fallen in love with it! So, here is another favourite poem, once more from the amazing Mary Oliver; What can I say? What can I say that I have not said before? So I’ll say it again. The leaf has a song in it. Stone is the face… Continue reading A new favourite poem
“I’ve never actually managed to say that before” was a phrase I heard myself utter yesterday. Give the amount I talk, this was surprising, both to me and to the Esteemed Mentor to whom I was speaking! But it was also a helpful moment – finding the words to put around a “thing” that was… Continue reading Listening well
It’s the MayDay holiday, so what does a girl do? Well, this one spends the morning reviewing an essay on humoral theory and its impact on early modern theatre (and doing the footnotes and bibliography – with only a little bit of shouting and hitting the desk! Boy, I hate footnoting….) and the afternoon in… Continue reading A jolly holiday…with not-Mary-Poppins….