Most things interest me. My lover and friends never cease to amaze and delight me. I love to cook for friends and it is a skill that kept my marriage going for as long as I could be bothered to provide a decent dinner, though as I am now separated it goes to show that though it is the way to a mans heart he cannot ultimately live on bread alone, albeit Polaine. .
people, though obviously aliens would be very cool. Also, people who agree with this..gifted to me today., "... in a history of spiritual rupture, a social compact built on fantasy and collective secrets, poetry becomes more necessary than ever: it keeps the underground aquifers flowing; it is the liquid voice that can wear through stone." Adrienne Rich.
It evolves and varies which is how it should be. The last cds I bought (still not added to the ipod) were The Artic Monkeys (1st album), Kings of Leon and Editors though I find that I am loving listening to the Libertines, Joy Division and the Delays right now. If I am feeling a bit epic and angst ridden, Snow Patrol does it for me. Razorlight, the Chilli Peppers and The Stereophonics are constantly evocative. UPDATE.. i found sooo much stuff under the stairs.. stared at it.. ironically.. then went and bought the new stuff from Gomez, Kings of Leon, Amy Winehouse and the Frattellis.. who sound like the Wombles, but in a good way.. shallow?.. si, absolutemont...
like films.. see them about four years after release.. makes me a dead loss at dinner...
yes, have one.. it's big.. so big i can't be arsed to watch it.. the boyfriend loves it...
book collection growing like topsy.. what a wonderful phrase and what a wonderful thing...
good tv programme i hear..actually its not bad but then that is a cop out.. my heroes.. my boyfriend, the tenderest man I know with a heart of pure love, my sister.. strong Amazonian heart with the insight of the elders, Amanda Joy.. without doubt a poet of vision, Si.. the man defines altruism.. look him up. My Grandmother Eva.. I loved both my Grandmothers with utter equality but my Grandma Eva was my pre incarnation.. and I miss her at every breath. Bono.. many now believe that man is nuts but he is walking, talking, poetic bundle of belief and positive action.. and a fellow poet.. dare I? I love my brother.. he is my fledgling hero..