Saw this today and it really made me think – the eras before the naughties really had some epic lyrics that went on for 8 or 9 verses at a time. You know the ones like Bohemian Rhapsody that are pure elation to your ears when you hear them and you have the urge to do all the different voices in one breath and never quite hit the high note? Then in dawned on me how mundane most of the lyrics today are – bar Mumford and Sons and Florence and the Machine (really exposing my music taste here). What will future generations think of our musical legacies? I’m just comforted by the thought that at least this decade has produced some astonishing literary works and hopefully that will distract the future drone-flying generations from our repetitive songs that mind-boggling make it to number one.
Living in a flat, it can be hard to find a small enough tree to look festive and less like a jazzed up basil plant. I saw this idea online this evening and will definitely be giving it a go – it makes sense to use our books to make a tree, I just might do it on a slightly bigger scale and use the heavy ones as a base – there’s a thought! Here’s a couple of pics for inspiration and I’ll report back with a verdict!
It’s been exactly a month since I last blogged, deary me where has the time gone? We took a lovely stroll along the South Bank Christmas Market last weekend and I can honestly say that my gast was flabbered when I saw the shear number of second hand books that were laid out ready for new owners to swoop in and peruse the titles. The Christmas Market was really fab and got me in the festive mood a whole fortnight earlier than usual – I am a purist when it comes to the festive season and tend to only really get my snowflake bobble hat on in the midst of the twelfth month. Those of you who I will see soon will now notice a spring in my step as I have taken on the personality of a Who of Whoville as I eagerly anticipate the run-up to Christmas. Anyhow folks, here is a snapshot of the extensive range of books down at the South Bank, do head down there if not just to stretch your legs and sip on a medicinal (ahem) mulled wine.
It’s been well over 2 years since I graduated after studying English Literature and American Studies, and in all of that time I have never once felt the urge to revisit some old textbooks and feed by brain with non-fiction. Until now. I had a real urge to read something substantial rather than just letting my imagination waft over into a place created for me by an author. This, I was rather surprised by and so when I went into the Oxfam bookshop off Marylebone
I was primarily at the bookshop for the launch of Eyewear Poetry’s two new titles, Cape Town by Kate Noakes and Night Journey by Richard Lambert, both poets gave excellent readings and I came away feeling very inspired and a shade more cultured than I was when I first walked through the door. I also picked up another of Eyewear Poetry’s titles by American poet Morgan Harlow called Midwest Ritual Burning which I am looking forward to reading over the weekend (I will find time between Cheltenham Literature Festival and Wimbledon Bookfest!). It was only when I emptied my bag last night that I realised the contents looked a bit like my reading list at uni. You know what they say about old habits…