Sinister: Ce nest pas rigolo d�rtre gigolo

[Liz Daplyn]

  Cripes, fatherhood for Mr Neil.  Well done that chap.  Beware, the child 
will probably grow up to venerate Marilyn Manson, who by that time will be a 
grand old man(thing) of rock.  Or at least a talk show host.

  Jeez, I wish the subjunctive mood was easier to spot in English.

  The southern US shows seem to have been a riot (in the nicest sense).  
Nice reportings back, you lucky ducks.  Not to say that getting down with 
the Brixton masseev wasn’t ‘all that’, because it was, steel drums and all.  
Ooh, when my plot to marry an elderly millionaire with a severe heart 
complaint comes to fruition, in my extensively stocked music room there will 
be a full steel band as well as a harpsichord.  And THEN the mice will play.

  So, did anyone else spend the weekend buying sandals and feverishly 
reading Emily Dickinson?  She has nothing in particular to say on the 
subject of summery footwear, but here’s something interesting:

  “If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire ever can warm 
me I know _that_ is poetry.  If I feel physically as if the top of my head 
were taken off, I know _that_ is poetry.”

  There ain't nothing like a literary junkie – just ask William Burroughs.  
Not to mention a musical one, of which fraternity I’m certainly a 
card-carrying member.

“Songs, built like temporary shelters,
  contain music and words.”
                        Ian McMillan

  Whether it be the urge to partake in a good bout of cathartic 
schadenfreude or a simple wish to wrap up feelings in a blanket of other 
people’s creative output, it is true that a song is like a stout hat.  
Preferably one in a nice loud tweed.

  Speaking of which, this week I have been mostly wearing a nice herringbone 
skirt over my pinstripe trews.  Overkill on the garment front?  I think not.

  Archel very kindly referred to me as ‘luscious’, a term that while 
flattering does make me feel akin to an overripe peach.  Which is fair 
enough.

  Is there anyone enforcing the body parts rule at present?  To be on the 
safe side, shy people never mention any of your own flesh to avoid having to 
place a picture of the named item in Princess Honey’s slightly 
persipiration-slick hands.  Although web promulgation wouldn’t follow at the 
moment due to unhappiness at nodata.org?  Gah.


  Adieu and farewell to you sweet Spanish ladies.  Tara a bit.

    Liz :x


***
Maturity

To combine public altruism
with private hypocrisy is quite a trick,
but I think I have it now.

                       Ivor Cutler
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