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Her Voice
by Oscar Wilde

The wild bee reels from bough to bough 
  With his furry coat and his gauzy wing. 
Now in a lily-cup, and now 
  Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, 
    In his wandering; 
Sit closer love: it was here I trow 
    I made that vow, 

Swore that two lives should be like one 
  As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, 
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,— 
  It shall be, I said, for eternity 
    ’Twixt you and me! 
Dear friend, those times are over and done, 
    Love’s web is spun. 

Look upward where the poplar trees 
  Sway and sway in the summer air, 
Here in the valley never a breeze 
  Scatters the thistledown, but there 
    Great winds blow fair 
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas, 
    And the wave-lashed leas. 

Look upward where the white gull screams, 
  What does it see that we do not see? 
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams 
  On some outward voyaging argosy,— 
    Ah! can it be 
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams! 
    How sad it seems. 

Sweet, there is nothing left to say 
  But this, that love is never lost, 
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May 
  Whose crimson roses burst his frost, 
    Ships tempest-tossed 
Will find a harbour in some bay, 
    And so we may. 

And there is nothing left to do 
  But to kiss once again, and part, 
Nay, there is nothing we should rue, 
  I have my beauty,—you your Art, 
    Nay, do not start, 
One world was not enough for two 
    Like me and you.


My Voice
by Oscar Wilde

Within this restless, hurried, modern world 
  We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I, 
And now the white sails of our ship are furled, 
  And spent the lading of our argosy. 

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan, 
  For very weeping is my gladness fled, 
Sorrow hath paled my lip’s vermilion, 
  And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed. 

But all this crowded life has been to thee 
  No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell 
Of viols, or the music of the sea 
  That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

Poem i’m contemplating to turn into a video for a multi media piece, although not sure how it could work yet. I’ll do the thinking you do the reading. 

Human

In a house so derelict,

Roger sits and thinks about her.

Not only does she not exist but he feels

like a ghost everytime he sits there.

He sits in a turret

almost above the sky

Talking to himself

She’s far away, but he

always gives it a try.

Anna’s a tiny soul

Just below the ground

She’s grown up now

although she’s still not allowed.

To run

her home

Doesn’t exist 

Doesn’t breathe

Oh Roger be a dear, don’t believe.

‘I’ll love you’ says Roger

so casually said, so beautifully read from his mouth.

Anna’s not crazy, she’d believe,

They drift, they float, over hills and then south.

She’s cheated though, he’s not even real.

To fall in love there, she can’t eat a meal.

And so she desends, again to her lair

Like a lost soul, like an unwanted prayer.

To run,

His home

Doesn’t exist 

Doesn’t breathe

Leave oh Anna 

Be a dear - don’t grieve.

I’m back, permanently now…i promise. 

I suppose my absence is a reflection of how distant i have been in finding things to write about that have any substance therefore i shall write about just that.

The afternoon is the part of the day when i start to wonder whether i have done anything productive since 9am. It’s the time when i reflect over a peppermint tea (or mini milk- i’m sometimes not too civilised) and think too much; and as such, i’ve reflected today that my only solution for thinking too much is to write about it. 

I’m a strong worrier, and to counteract my worries i help other peoples worries. If someone on facebook states ‘omgz i cant do this essay’ i tend to give as much help as possible, but then again i don’t have many friends who wish to abbreviate oh my god to omgz; and they aren’t that religious either. The help i give is only a hint to myself that through this procrastination i haven’t actually helped myself. I have finally found the reason for why i am so stressed, worried, anxious- and i feel quite alot of people are the same.

I can’t relax.

I’ve tried, believe me. It’s partially to do with the addiction of the internet and social networking- sometime there is just too much distraction, inspiration even, to contain your thoughts. My mind constantly makes circles on ideas and questions that could possibly solve a screenplay, interview answer or how the hell do i fix an internet router?

How can i relax? 

It’s a good question really, for someone who wants to be active. I personally can’t be too active due to my body refusing me to do anything due to my ‘anxiety’.

Me: I get my IBS symptoms after i’ve just eaten a meal

Doctor: Anxiety. You must control this.

Me: How do you control anxiety?

Doctor: Relaxing, deep breaths, excerise.

…

Well you can cut out the last one. 

Writing, calms down my panic attacks, thoughts of loneliness, struggles i’m having, and crams them into a tiny book of worry. After i shut the book, i feel better. I call it my scream diary. I am however constantly reminded that i can’t be in that book forever, dealing with situations at work, screaming children and such. 

Maybe i’m a writer because i find it’s the only job i want that can relieve these struggles in a career.

The only other way i ever feel completely relaxed is just before i’m about to go to sleep and i’m watching a sitcom before bedtime next to be fiancee. Why can’t my whole day just be in bed? 

Maybe one day it will.

How do you relax?

It’s not because i’m unexperienced - ‘it’s how you present yourself!’ 

Well what a load of boo-lonely. 

I mean, not having a well paid job at the moment is a two way situation. I get more time off to write scripts, plan what i’m going to do for next year’s production work. Just no money for it.

I’m in this endless vicious cycle that over half of the population beg to be out of, the numbing, continuous drivel from daytime television (especially repetitive re-runs of Come Dine With Me) is beginning to burn into my brain. 

Thank Jedi for free/affordable Iphone applications though,

The http://hipstamaticapp.com/ is definitely worth a purchase, especially with the new Iphone 4, it makes your photos all colourful, old and stuff ! 

If you can’t afford a bloody good camera (like the canon 550d, which i’ve been begging the parentals for  (for some decent amount of time) this is a good application to go and fake being arty and it- does make you happy. I’d wait for the next update though, there’s been a few technical glitches with earlier versions such as, because of the data attached to the photos (it labels the lens type e.t.c) it interferes with the social networking aspect of the app.

Other than that, it’s worth a pound and you automatically have a new gadget.

I’ve completely rinsed out my solitaire application ( 1min 14 completion time- oh yes) and i’ve completely almost all three stars on every platform of Angry Birds, 

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/features/3058046/Angry-Birds-iPhone-app-is-all-the-rage.html

It’s a good procrastination-when- you- need- to -otherwise- you- may- end- up- hitting- your- 40inch- television- because- trisha’s-voice- is- so- irritating-device.

What if i don’t have a smartphone?

You’re doomed.

I agree,

I have been on a long vacation away from Tumblr due to an installation- multi platform project at University entitled Senescence - you can check the video segment to it here -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMmF2ZVgs5Y

Now i’m back for the summer in order to talk to you about ideas for a new science fiction film about immortality that has an interactive game set alongside it, 3D Technology and why oh why oh why, and summer in Bristol.

But now i’ve given you the cold shoulder, i beg you come back

Here’s some donuts for you grown ups