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A little more from me, this time about the Hammersmith cover.
This is one of the first of Kate's photos I ever saw. The title, Live at Hammersmith Odeon, intrigued me even before I knew what the performance was like - that must have been around 1986. Then in 1991, I think, I got the video and was awed by the stunning originality of the show. Doing this picture now is my tribute to what must have been an amazing experience for all those lucky (and old!) enough to be there.
Again, I'm reasonably satisfied with it, I believe it has a lot of 'Kateness' in it without being a photographic copy. Anyway, the photo I used was a 200% version of a scan from the tape, which means many details were suggested rather than seen. But I think in the end it achieves the right impression.
This one proved easier than I had anticipated and more or less came out right first time. The jacket was a bit of a trouble as I had never done a black outfit before. I decided the best way to go about it probably was to give it all a uniform black shade, then use an eraser to bring out the highlights and darken the rest. That's what I did and it was straightforward enough.
It is difficult for me to get a decent photo to post because, first, some angles of view tend to distort proportion (but I don't know which, so it's very much hit-and-miss), and second, it is impossible to get the whole image in focus, although it is all on one plane. That's a shame really, as there is a lot of detail that ultimately gets lost. I focus on the face each time which unfortunately means that the feet will always be blurred, and there's good detail in the shoes, and the hands, too. I took about 20 pics to get a decent one to post, and even that one is half-decent.
There was some physical discomfort with this one as well: I always fix the paper on a plywood board with clips and do most of the work sitting by a window. The height of this one, though, meant that when doing the top half I could not reach that far out whilst sitting, and had to put the board on a table and lean on it or kneel on the chair and bend over. Try doing that for ten hours as I did last Sunday and you are guaranteed to need an osteopath, as I felt I did. But it was all for Kate, so that's not so bad.
I don't have any plans for a new project right now. Unless, of course, I happen to come across the right (Kate) picture…
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I used to dream a lot about living in a communal house, often it was made of glass or had a lot of windows. I haven't had a dream like that in a number of years. This morning I was deeply asleep, I must have been, not only because the dream was so vivid, but because I woke up flat on my back with my arms weirdly crossed over my chest, on the sofa. I haven't been able to sleep in my bed since Casha died.
I was in a giant old house filled with things, knick knacks, miscellany, everything, including a lot of things made of iron (I suspect because I have recently gotten very interested in the chemical properties of metals).
I moved into this house as a kind of outpost. With people I know. Although I have not one idea who the people were. I can't remember. And that is unusual for dreams like this. I do know that there were close people, possible family, kids and adults, and pets. The pets were of some concern, because they go outside (and once a pet is used to going outside, it is nigh impossible to convince them to stay inside again). I can't remember why we all moved into this house, except that it was somehow related to some sort of supernatural threat. I don't think it was zombies, it was more like people who had become part of some kind of tribe of supernaturally-enhanced spies...I seem to recall there was a very dignified, stern, tall, fairly hirsute but well-kempt older man who was fairly important in this group, there was something very ghost-like about him. They were dangerous and they were out to get ... "others"? I can't quite remember. All I remember is that living in this house was because of this, and one had always to be mindful of who or what was lurking outside the house. No one could go outside without proper protection... ammo, chemicals, antidotes (to what? I don't know). In the dream we spent time trying to avoid being captured, sucked in, devoured, and fighting these other things/people off. I for some reason was very hung up on this tiny gun I had or discovered, that at first was meant to hit precision targets, but had a weird kick that messed up your aim AND it turned out actually made the people/things STRONGER. I did a lot of hiding. There was one segment where there was a kind of Ophelia-like person, who was clearly a friend of mine but I've no idea who, that I needed to hide from... I had some kind of blanket over me, and that appeared to be enough... this lady swept through the room looking for anything and as long as I was covered (under a table, against a wall, covered) she had no idea I was there. Then there was the part with the pets. It's a bit of a jumble. I just remember we were beginning to get worried about pets being a target, and the possibility that they could even be used against us. There is a lot more around this but I can't get a clear picture of it... something about men I know, movies, paint, possibly opiate paint, one last chance, a lot of running. It became clear that they had implanted something in Casha's left forepaw, on the underpart of his leg. I had to get it out, it was urgently important that I get this thing out. I found the wound where they put the thing in, I had to reopen the wound and get it out. I don't understand anymore what it was. I just remember the experience, the panic, the conflict of feeling like I was doing what I had to do versus the pain of causing my friend, who is dependent on me, pain. I sort of understand what that was about but I don't get the rest of it. The context. It was all very graphic and very vivid. It was a weird dream.
Weirder than the one I had a few weeks ago where some guy, who was running along side my car, no matter how fast I drove it, shot me from behind in my chest... with a flat gold bullet that somehow only lodged itself in my skin. It hurt, it was numb, I remember telling everyone I came across in the dream they would have to excuse me, I had just been shot, I hate to be selfish or demanding but I was going to take a day for me and lay down and hope I recover alright. Which was a pretty weird and vivid dream, but not as weird as this one this morning.
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Ack-shirley these blog pages look quite pretty must be said ~ after having sorted out the stylesheets for them.
Another minor bijou problemette, the standard smiley icon won't show in any of the editor toolbars. Dunno why that is cos all the code is in the page for it, but still refuses to show. Nope, I've no idea
It was my last question to IPS
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So, it's all gone a bit wrong again. It's been on it's way the last few weeks, each weekend a little worse than the last. I sat this evening telephone in front of me, wondering who I could call, but all the time, in my ears there's than sound..... that terrifying sound... how can I call anyone with that noise going on - but I can't stop it ..... I stand up again, pace the room.... tight little circles, head in fists, eyes too hot, breaths too short - each one forced out brings with it another short grunt or cry... then that sudden sharp deep insuck that stops me in my tracks.... motionless, silent, 'f***' I try to form the word but no breath comes, the only sound is the 'k' then silence again, but something is growing under the silence, uncontrollably it starts again that awful noise that doesn't sound like me.... and I can't stop it getting louder .... it's f***ing scary... I put my hands over my mouth but still can't stop it... I start to panic, the tears are burning, I'm thumping my chest... and I'm so scared of that f***ing scream... I'm scared that I might just f***ing' die - and then it stops and I look at the phone again......... and I think I'm on a loop..... and I think 'f***' .........................
I should update this because it's been over 2 years since my last update.
Also, I really ought to change my name, too. I forgot I ever went by Silent Wind River (what was I thinking!? :lol: )
So... I should be finished uni... we'll get the results in soon so I can know for sure. But it's looking good.
I'm moving to East Sussex in with my boyfriend in February. Am excited to be playing English. I like it there. I feel at home. Even though I stick out like a sore thumb when I say silly things like "cell phone" and "corn chips". We'll see how that all works out.
After that major life changing event, as if that wasn't enough, we're getting married in June. Oy Vey Meyer! I usually think people who get married when they're 22 are crazy and way too young and will regret it for the rest of their lives... and here I am. Funny how that works out eh? But what can I say? It feels right. I've found a great love and that's all any of us can ever hope for... I'm a pretty cynical person, but I honestly can't find a reason to convince myself it's a bad choice. And I have the support of friends and family, which is lovely.
I'm very calm about this all at the moment but I'm sure it's going to scare the sh** out of me as the major-life-changing dates move closer... Oh well.
In the meantime I'm killing time in Canada being a "barista", or perhaps more accurately put, a "corporate tool" at my local Starbucks... which is actually rather fun. Nice staff, nice clientele. So I can't complain much.
Let's see... what else is new... Hmmm...
I saw Ponyo last night, and it totally lived up to all the hype.
And Jasper Fforde is my favorite author.
THANK YOU so much for your very kind messages! :)
Everything's okay here, have just been very busy with a few things, work [exam prelim season...], writing/editing/photography... G2G... world Poets & Writers Registry, RedBubble, FB...
I just wish i could stay awake 24 hours a day, lolll!
Hmmm, am currently co-writing a chapbook with a Canadian Poet that should be published later on this year;
that takes time, a lot of time ^_^ ... My co-author is based in Moncton, New Brunswick and we are celebrating our Atlantic connection :) . It's very exciting!!! So things are moving forward a bit :)
Also am getting ready for my first two readings this year at local level, Jen's this coming weds. night and Gordon's and James [Robertson, the man behind Gideon Mac] on fri. 20th feb...
meanwhile Dave and Lissa have been playing quite a lot in the garden... well, more than peerie I and new flowers are gradually emerging!
Octavia's Dream has been flying to Vancouver lately as a mp3 file for a radio show....
Although have been spending less time on the forum, have been playing Kate really loud around the hut [LOL!] / on my headphones /iPod on my way to school and back!!! ... and i just hope you're all keeping warm in this boreal deep freezer!!! ^_^
Kate's music keeps us this way ;)
so are the news from 60N! :)
all the love, always :group_hug:
Good monring all from a rather humid but sunny HK. ended up going out last night and getting a bit P***ed. probably due to the fact i went straight out from work and didnt eat much!At my age you'd think I would know better. Anyway, just been on ebay bidding on a kate item.Bit suspicious that the seller is putting his own bids in just to raise the price. who knows.
hope you guys are well and behaving yourself!
So I'm single again but really it's fine, you now when things haven't been right for a while but you don't say anything scared of change well that's been the last six months for me. Not sure when it all changed or what caused it but a really sceptical side of me thinks that maybe we don't have (or at least I'm not capable of) a lasting passion and that ultimately all relationships turn to friendship, still at least they've never turned bitter.
I'm really happy with the decision this time and to be honest if my Dad didn't have his accident we probably would have broken up sooner. Some thing's in life give you a different perspective though and the weekend I got back to Brighton me and Chris agreed it was time to end the relationship and work on the friendship. We are still going to live together, we still want to do what's best for the animals, it's cheaper and we do have a laugh and enjoy the same sort of things. Things may change if either of us meets someone else as I suppose they might not be too keen on going out with someone who lives in a one bedroom flat with his ex but we can deal with that as and when and to be honest I'm in no rush, I'm actually looking forward to being single for a while.
so YAY single life
I'm sitting here "safe" at home in Brisbane tonight but two weeks ago I had to cancel a trip to the UK due to a number of problems...at the time I really wanted to go and was disappointed I had to postpone the trip... but on the other hand I wasn't, as I realised I would skip being in London on July 7...I was there two years ago on my way out of the UK when the bombs went off...I went through the very stations that were bombed only hours afterwards, as did lots of other people... As I flew half way across the world, I was oblivious to what I had left behind...when I arrived home, people treated me like I had risen from the dead, even though I had not been involved in the actual bombing...so, when I turned on the TV on Friday 29 June and saw the the news about London I knew my trip had been cancelled for a reason...I won't go on about this, but it's been a wake up call about trusting my intuition...
So I ended up writing a poem today. I just kind of sat down and it all came out. I was a bit angry about Global Warming at the time, and that's what its about. It was going to be a song lyric but I think it works much better as a poem. I can't decide whether it's really good or really bad. Maybe both (?). Anways I shall post it here and if you could write feedback i'd be grateful. It doesn't have a name, so here we go:
Little beaver make your damn
Don’t come knocking when the rains come in
I’ll hold my hand up over my head
Your voodoo is safe from me here
Lock my door and ram the rusty key
Sit by the fire roasting marshmallows
The beaver runs and comes-a-knocking
On my door, I bar it shut
“Leave me out here in the pouring rain”
Said the beaver through my latch
Sun is getting hot, hotter, and hottest
God! I can’t even breathe. No layers
We have no layers here.
We are safe from the Moonmen
Safe from the feel of sticks
Safe from the tide’s low seven
Safe from the wind through the trees
Safe from the beaver and the donkey
Safe from my lion and it’s tiger
Little beaver make your damn
So I may watch it grow, take a photo
But don’t come crying to me…
…When the rains stop running.
So anyways thanks for reading. Hope you are all well :)
When there's so much signal so fast
that it's white noise to the ear-
not like the babble of a crowd
but like a trillion bits per eyeblink-
white noise, one voice drowned by a torrent of data...
like beyond planck's constant
where so much message decays
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I am comfortable in my house
I know where everything is
things get misplaced but I somehow find them again
I have the lights turned off you see
wondering around, feeling the furniture and walls
I climb the stairs
and bump my way down them again
I can tell you where everything is
if you happen to call on me
but if you do
I may just hide
in the dark
behind my sofa
If you visit, then please....
refrain from turning on the lights!
they shine in my eyes
and show me things that are best hidden
like the crack in the wall that needs filling
and the cobwebs in the corners that need dusting
I'm not afraid to sit alone in the dark
I'm afraid of turning on the light.
Music.... My oxygen! no music,.. then I can't breathe...
My two Sons.... Sebastian and Nicky... they are my gardian angels!
Kate Bush... My Guide, My therapy, !
Red wines..... and we have some of the best in the world!!
Romance ... there is never enough around these days
Horseriding.... bareback and barefoot, accross the top of a mountain on a big black Andalusion
wattle trees..... they look gorgeous and smell so living!
The colour Blue..... softness, strength, language, and soothing everlasting Love... thats what Blue is to me!
Clock's ...... beautiful timber and working mechanisms, how soothing to hear them ticking away when there are 10 different clocks of varied kinds, small mantle clocks, to swinging Vienna's, to wall clocks....... thier different rythms of ticking create a sound like 'water' its 'magic'
playing my piano..... purely my own world!
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