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Tara

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About Me

I split my time between Jordan (hot,dusty,religious) and Leamington Spa (small,troublesome,lots of broken things). I have two cats. I go to Warwick University (it was on a whim) and my degree is English lit. and creative writing. I'll be done soon and am going to do an MA so I can be a professional pompus git. I'm only good at writing poems and sensing impending doom. I know a lot about books and things. That' it. This is my online writing potfolio, it needs updating.http://www.artconspiracy.com/gallery.aspx?id=214410 6103

My Interests

Books, poetry, world politics, going to the gym, films, thai boxing.

I'd like to meet:

myself in fifty years..Cute Myspace Layouts
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Music:

Artic Monkeys, Morcheeba, The Streets, Kings of Leon, Mars Volta, Gorrilaz, Faithless, William Orbit, Elvis, Classial music, mainly Beethoven, Down and out in 1980 (my brother's band), Dan Le Sac and Scroobius Pip, Damien Rice, lots of other perculiar bits and pieces.

Movies:

Fight Club, Train Spotting, Kill Bill, Being John Malkovich, Shine, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Bringing Out the Dead, Falling Down, Waking Life, Adaptation, Pulp Fiction, Lock Stock, Snatch, Gremlins, V for Vendetta, Blood Diamond, Brick, Goodfellas.

Television:

Peep Show, The Office, the news, Scrubs

Books:

Everything is Illuminated, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightime, Cal, Trainspotting, To the Lighthouse, Sylvia Plath's Ariel, Simon Armitage's Kid,On The Road, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, The Gonzo Papers, Violet and Bunny by Selima Hill, lots of Roger McGough, A Martian Sends a Postcard Home by Craig Raine, the strange writings of Jeanette Winterson, the thesaurus, the ditionary, all of Charles Simic, William Carlos Williams, The Instinct for Bliss by Melissa Pritchard.

Heroes:

Kerouac, Thompson, Armitage, Khalo, Oprah, my brother.

My Blog

Without evidence of explanation

Think of petrol on a fire, panicked birds, burnt warts, healed tongues, cot death. Now, be gone like that....
Posted by Tara on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 04:53:00 PST

Sheik (poem)

You say 'Allah'like a dozen hammerscoming down.My Godis the soundof children breathing.
Posted by Tara on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 06:58:00 PST

The calm (poem)

I can understand autistic children thrashing their soft skulls against the wall, a personality splitting like capillaries in sudden heat and see the extremes of psyche as a lantern swinging in the wi...
Posted by Tara on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 04:22:00 PST

The bus (poem)

Someone decided that we must suffer, that we must touch knees with strangers, we must perform the great striptease of summer in the tropical heat of crowds, we must live in close proximity physicall...
Posted by Tara on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 03:55:00 PST

A lack of evolution on my part (poem)

There is no need now for walls; seeing as we're through, lets be as honest as crimes of passion. You are lacking like voice recordings, like dubbing, the lip's strange movement around the meaning.I a...
Posted by Tara on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 04:09:00 PST

Shared Fabric (poem)

Suddenly everything is calm waters, is light behind the glass.You can change a man's heart for a pig's, what does that tell you? And it doesn't matter that I feel like a single sinew tensing in your ...
Posted by Tara on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 03:31:00 PST

Line

The change in me was as small as fishing line twitching in the breeze,and still it ended everything....
Posted by Tara on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 06:11:00 PST

Water

Our water should be happy to be soap-slick, thicker than your average gallon, the temperature of blood, to smells like trodden tomatoes in the sun, and still I hear its voice in the pipes whispering ...
Posted by Tara on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 06:10:00 PST

Returning

It smells like I remember,this country, the meat tensing on the fire, the prickle of sweat on all our skins tightening in the sun.  My young cousins became women in my absence and the boys I car...
Posted by Tara on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 04:57:00 PST

Inshallah (poem)

Is a dark knot of men tightening by the barricades, their gold-domed mosque like a coin dropped by God, in the distance.Is a child braying for food that does not come, in the midday heat, Allah's watc...
Posted by Tara on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 04:27:00 PST