Month: March 2015

Belated Poem For The Weekend #29

A wonderful, thoughtful poem from the Staying Alive Anthology (ed. Neil Astley).  Have a lovely week. xo Prayer May things stay the way they are in the simplest place you know. May the shuttered windows keep the air as cool as bottled jasmine. May you never forget to listen to the crumpled whisper of sheets that mould themselves to your sleeping form. May the pillows always be silvered with cat-down and the muted percussion of a lover’s breath. May the murmur of the wall clock continue to decree that your providence run ten minutes slow. May nothing be disturbed in the simplest place you know for it is here in the foetal hush that blueprints dissolve and poems begin, and faith spreads like the hum of crickets, faith in a time when maps shall fade, nostalgia cease and the vigil end. – Arundhathi Subramaniam

Here We Are

What are you looking forward to? he asked, graciously, pushing a cowlick of dark hair out of his eyes as he peered at me across the wooden table. Oh! I smiled, heart all aflutter. Bare ankles, spring sunsets, bike rides, park picnics, sudden thunderstorms, river valleys ripe with rain. Magnolia blooms the size of saucers. Cherry blossoms, most of all. And here we are. I couldn’t be happier about spring. Are you as delighted as I am?

City Slicker | Guide to Glasgow, Scotland

Good evening and happy spring to you all! I’m really excited to introduce today’s city slicker: Mimmi is a Swedish twenty-year-old studying English Literature in Glasgow. A book worm, tea lover, chocolate addict, feminist and country bumpkin, she blogs over at Muted Mornings about her everyday life, with occasional posts about books, fashion and food. You can also find her on Twitter and Instagram. Without further ado… Q: What brought you to your city? I moved to Glasgow last September to study English Literature at the University of Glasgow. I really wanted to go abroad to study and had wanted to try living in the UK for quite a while. I chose Scotland partly because I really love the country, partly because university is free here. Glasgow wasn’t actually my first choice, but when Edinburgh didn’t accept me, I decided to go to here instead. In hindsight, I’m incredibly happy I ended up in this city. It’s a vibrant, lively city with so much to do, without being too big or exhausting. Q: What’s the best season to visit your city, and …

Tell Me You Don’t Believe

  Tell me you don’t believe in time travel and I will say, get thee to a chemist. Purchase a roll (or two, or three, or four) of 35mm film and wind it tenderly into an old camera, long obsolete in the attic. Take a moment to appreciate the antiquated whirr so absent from today’s technological devices. Tell me time travel does not exist and I will tell you to schlep that clunky camera everywhere, to work and play, parties and coffee dates. Take your time. Pay attention. Tell me time travel is a dream of children, the stuff of stories and I will say to you: forget about the film canister sitting on your bookshelf, drive it from your mind. Leave it for so very many months that you no longer remember the thirty-six scenes you photographed, the moments that drove you to release the shutter, to revel in its gratifying click-click. Months later, tell me you don’t believe in time travel as you sit on the tube with an envelope weighty with the …

Poem for the (Non) Weekend #28

Had I not been awake I would have missed it, A wind that rose and whirled until the roof Pattered with quick leaves off the sycamore And got me up, the whole of me a-patter, Alive and ticking like an electric fence: Had I not been awake I would have missed it It came and went too unexpectedly And almost it seemed dangerously, Hurtling like an animal at the house, A courier blast that there and then Lapsed ordinary. But not ever Afterwards. And not now. Seamus Heaney