But first I want to brighten the day with some trivia: today was an exercise of ribbon stripes in primary colours. L said i was such a dandy, which was pleasing. I wore my red ribbon striped shirt with massive cuffs, a yellow and white diagonally striped cravat and long black socks with bright blue crisscrossed lines below my breeches. With a black pinstriped vest. Of course it didn’t make work any easier to bear, which is becoming duller by the second. I will quit my whinging.

Or i could wallow a bit in my sulky mood, which seems to have taken hold of me quite effectively.

- Do you despise all unhappy people or is it me specifically?
- I don’t despise you. It’s not your fault. You’re ill.
- I don’t think so.
- No?
- No. I’m depressed. Depression is anger. It’s what you did, who was there and who you’re blaming.
- And who are you blaming?
- Myself.

Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis

It’s a superb play of cynical black humour, her script is beautiful, melancholic, wicked, the words hold so much, deftly laid down, elegant and profound and vulnerable, banal and honest.

It’s about time i did some blogging. Tonight’s theme is things that I am reading, or have read recently. Gee, that’ll really get em in won’t it? Ok, let’s start with a picture:

Ha-ha! Yesterday, this was making me laugh all afternoon. The joke being that generally, pieces of music are written in particular keys, which are generally named alphabetically from A to G. H is “off the scale”, it’s like turning the volume up to 11. Naturally, there’s a perfectly understandable explanation for why JS Bach wrote this prelude and fugue in “H”. H is german for B. Clearly this is the short story. There is a longer one in the ancient oxford companion to music, but it is not the story I want to be telling you tonight. There is half a bottle of red in front of me. I’m going to pour myself another glass of wine. (more…)

quietly now because you’re at work and a hush of silence is best bestowed underneath the fold the cicacas in the hot morning sky are matching the rining in your ears buzz for buzz which is just one last reminder of last night’s gig (more…)

So much joy!
And more!
But I haven’t watched it yet, because there are people to be entertained in the lounchroom. Damn, this cold is doing ridiculous things to my pronunciation, and therefore spelling. I will return shortly, and attempt to explain my absence. As they say in Barbarella, with deadpan face and smooth sleight of hand (ie flat palm raised at shoulder level), “Love.”