More Than Alot

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
Breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I won’t ever rust
If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots babe
I just wanna be yours.


Basically, the letters e, d, and c, and numbers 3 and 4 on my laptop keyboard aren’t working so great. They are very much misbehaving, so typing pretty much anything on this laptop (from blog posts, to basic emails, to Facebook statuses, to my bloody log-in password; I have the same password for everything and it contains 4 out of the 5 keys which keep getting jammed) is proving problematic. A LOT of copy and pasting is going on. I tend to type things out the best I can. Then right-click for spell check suggestions. Then copy an ‘e’ from somewhere and paste it wherever it is needed i.e. in every other word. Then repeat process for letters ‘c’ and ‘d.’ By then, I’ve usually lost interest in what I’m doing and/or just can’t be bothered anymore. HOWEVER… I am going to try my best to get back to daily blogging as of tomorrow because I have a lot to get out of my system. Lots of things are confusing me and annoying me and scaring me and I just need to write it out before my mind entirely consumes me.

At the moment, during the day, I am reading Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du mal et oeuvres choisies. Of course, his poetry is just mindblowingly brilliant. But it’s great to finally read it in the original French! In the copy that I bought, the introduction by Wallace Fowlie is so wonderfully written, his words have given me a lot to think about regarding my attitudes to poetry (my own poetry, and the way in which I read the works of others). The book also includes some of Baudelaire’s critical writings on a variety of topics (music, literature, art, criticism in general), journal entries and letters to his mother and his lovers. At the moment I am still focusing on reading and re-reading and absorbing his poetry in Les Fleurs du mal but I look forward to reading his prose.

Before I go to sleep in the late evening/early hours of the morning, I read Daily Rituals: How Great Minds Make Time, Find Inspiration, and Get to Work, compiled by Mason Currey. It’s very much “easy reading”: short sections, ranging from one paragraph to perhaps a couple of pages, documenting the daily creative processes and routines of the greatest 19th and 20th century writers, artists, philosophers, composers, directors, et al. It is absolutely fascinating. I sense a recurring theme amongst the great novelists and poets: coffee, cigarettes, going for walks, sporadic bursts of creativity, creative droughts, turbulent relationships, getting drunk in the evenings… Looks like I’ve already got the writer’s lifestyle covered, I just need to put myself out there!

I’m not sure where I was going with this post. I accidentally-on-purpose took more diazepam than I should have done, so should probably go and lie down now.

But basically… I’m back to blogging.



      1. Hopefully, everything is fixed quickly. Everything is good on my end. Thank you for caring.

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