Ok… so… I would like to do a survey… and I would like all you hundred or so bloggers who read me every day, whoever you are, to partake… Please???
The Orange Prize for Fiction is doing this:
Which novel would you pass on to the next generation?
My choice… ( I will probably change mine many times as I’m a flighty madam…) is:
Anne Patchett- Bel Canto
There you go…
I look forward to your suggestions.
Maybe we should do another for pomes… Yes… very good idea.
Ooh I’ll need to think about that one!
Ok… my pome choice-
T.S. Eliot- The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock
PS Can anyone translate the Italian- (I Think it’s Italian…) And I don’t mean Bel Canto- I mean the Italian Stanza (no- not the Italian Stallion!) at the beginning of the pome…
Jesca Hoop- City Bird
Chris Tye- Electric Tracks
Went along to Jesca Hoop at the Birmingham Glee Club last night. Antonia drove so I consumed vast quantities of pinot grigio… well, it would have been rude not to!
I enjoyed it very much. The support was pretty good too- Chris Tye. Check them out. I’ll let their music speak for itself. Besides I’m bloody knackered, have had a migraine style head on me all day and this morning underwent (and paid for… ) three hours of emotional turmoil at the hands of my life coach…
My new mantra-
[I deserve it... I do not need to ask for permission... what other people think of me is none of my business....]
Apparently if I say it often enough I’ll start to believe it. So…
If you see me walking down the street [and I start to cry, each time we meet,] and I’m talking to myself, worry not, just walk on by, I’ll be mumbling my way through my mantra
Last of Performance Poetry this evening. It’s been a really good course and I’ve written a lot of stuff because of it. I still have several more half finished Po’s (or are they em’s) hanging around my notebook… Watch this space.