gosh you're a prolific lot, aren't you? churning out post after delicious post....and i stare and stare at the same old same old....
i have considered stopping blogging...gasp gasp...miranda and i chatted about it over a coffee the other day. but here i am...it seems this isn't going to happen just yet.
these days, i spend more time searching the web for crits on poetry than blogging ...(jane eyre is buttoned up..have FILE loads of the stuff). last night i was researching a poet called kevin halligan who wrote a poem called The Cockroach...where he watches a cockroach scuttling mindlessly around his kitchen...(although it seems he thinks it scuttles around with something in its mind) and draws the conclusion that perhaps it's not too dissimilar to him....the cockroach that is.
i mean, isn't poetry a one? how the fuck do we actually know WHAT the poet had in his mind? or the cockroach, come to think of it. we can allude. that's all. anyway - there really isn't much on old kevin, it must be said. but i found a wikipedia site (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Reference_desk/Archives/Language/2007_June_18) - and there were a few lines which read:
Hi Samantha. I am the ex of John Kevin Halligan whom he dumped and left with his baby seven years ago in Cambodia. I like to think his poem 'The Cockroach' is partly autobiographical since I now live in a third world country as a single mother of a young daughter and Halligan does not feel compelled to pay child support. If you succeed in getting in contact with him, could you ask him to at least email us? Thanks.
i am taking this line. bastard. doom is what this cockroach needs. doom is what my cockroaches get.
safari craig has returned. jet lagged. he sent me an email before his return: i have bought you a present which you are going to LOVE.
the thing is, when he says things like this, i have absolutely NO idea what he has in mind. after all these years you would think that i might be able to guess. it could have been a number of things...leopard print chuppies, a sex toy, a pen, a calculator, some jodphurs, cowboy boots...but this time it was a BRAND NEW LAP TOP!!!!! my very own. my first very very own lap top...so i am extremely blissed out over this. and shall jealously guard it from other people's fingers...
whoops. time to rush off to school and deal with Economy. one of my students. who happens to be the most uneconomical person you have ever met in your life. i caught him sleeping behind a shelf in the library yesterday when he should have been in my ESL class...fast asleep. what was he thinking???
Kitchen Board: Thursday 29 Jan 2009
Contributors: Eliza and Janelle
Comments: veronica is helping eliza with her english...and at the same time with my swahili. and it still hasn't rained. the clouds are lurking around. in the afternoons, there is the odd roll of distant thunder and then pouf! it all goes away....torturous.
toodely pip, you. bisous, genuine sweet thursday morning ones, stolen. xxx j