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Fiction, rum, roses. Summer. Why escapism belongs to summer is beyond me. Actually it doesn't, come to think of it. My mind has been known to wander in every season but spring. But it's the places my mind wanders in summer...and the creative collisions that surprised me the other day listening to B-sides. That is summer. Pretty Nell the handsome cabin boy. Yes I've written that as well. But without the childbirth. Obviously I'd come up with the idea before childbirth was interesti

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Audrey

I know that some of you will enjoy these photos ;) . She was unique as actress and as human being. She had the Grace and inspiration all along her life.

frederique

frederique

 

The Circle Opens

I thought I'd experiment with Comic Sans in this blog. Comic Sans MS is the way forward in our society. It really really is the greatest font. Anyways, enough about that...issue...let's move on to more pressing topics. So...more conflict in the Middle East. That place is getting pretty screwed up if you ask me. I think we (the West) should stay out of it. It's only gonna end badly. VERY badly. So...well I'm still on my summer holiday. Not much happened today. I'm making good progress with m

spyk_

spyk_

 

First Entrance

Well well well. I am no longer a blog virgin. It is currently 13:41 GMT London Time, the sun is shining, it's baking hot and I only just got up 20 minutes ago :D . My dad went down to the Bakers and got me a sausage roll for lunch, now I have an extream headache from all that fat, and I think i'm going to barf. Today's plans are: 1. Read three chapters of my current book in the garden 2. Read the script I was given for an upcoming play 3. Listen to 'Aerial' again 4. Tidy my room 5. Pu

spyk_

spyk_

 

I'm not afraid of the dark

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

janet

janet

 

my house

how safe I feel, hidden from you closed and cold tightly guarded secure and pityful self-despising and full of regret yearning for you yet retreating from you longing for and pushing away the door maybe open...... just a little the hinges are stiff and rusty with tears push a little harder but don't shout be as quiet as a mouse gently does it just a whisper now you're in my house.

janet

janet

 

Impatience

Often I have written of moments of blitz, the artistic condition that smites the distant eye and traps the artist between observance and feeling. But blitzfast as these moments are, they perhaps are born of an impatience, a ceaseless wish for something to happen. I sit outside, it is past midnight, the moon waxes over ridges and a river roars close by. When will they come? I can't sit here all night! When does the next thing happen? I could be inside with the others watching a movie, but t

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

And the young people dancing

Lost in a room is nothing new and sometimes pleasanter than others and watch the young people dancing watch the young people smiling watch the young people leave the room smiling, dancing, making sense No, not one of them, not me there they go and I am not one of them or two of them I am happy for all the others all the others all the others I wish them everything I can't don't have and sometimes a tear fills my well being but happy they have why a moment of p

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

My stifled scream

An Explosion, in several parts Fassung fassen! jabberwalk! Part one is that I part from grief part to partial partitur, I hate, I love I wear away, I'm here and why my own words crack my head asunder shedding tears and sobs like stress. DAMNED! and Damning! Walled in now, with music and my headphone towers no one reaches me who cannot, willnot, write. Mimetic? Stuffed! I build with words the world I ought to see and don't. Part one is that I part from grief and

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

The Apricot Marmelade was Homemade

And it was high summer in the south of France. Work and the car, oven cleaner and scraping the oil off the grill were the escape and now life was real, like the marmelade that would have been roundly condemned under the auspices of science. It was contained in a giant mason jar as a gentle wind carried hints of the afternoon heat to come through the muslin barrier at the window; my bare arm in the shade of hundreds of years absorbed the heat and held on to the cool...I watched it run across th

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Someone in the UK is listening!

Someone in the UK is listening to my radio station. :) I don't know if it's someone here, someone on another forum that I visit, or just a random someone, but it is very much appreciated. I recently became the #1 station in my primary genre. Thanks to everyone who is listening for putting me there! Dingo!

Silver Llama Train

Silver Llama Train

 

100 Posts..

:) I've just reached 100 posts on this forum and it feels like I've been running up the hill forever. I'm not the most accomplished virtual communicator, but it's a comfort that I can reach even this stage. This forum is like a huge, rambling house for me with lots of rooms that are sometimes quiet and sometimes very noisy and busy. The odd room is sometimes "locked", either literally or by inference. It can be a daunting structure to find one's way through, but with some patience, determinatio

isobel

isobel

 

London in my future?

I was depressed a few nights ago because several of you here and others from another forum have been putting together various meet ups that I cannot make. At first, I thought that it was a matter of both the time and the money. After surfing around the 'net and window shopping (which is what I usually do when depressed), I came to the conclusion that... ...it's only a matter of the time, not money. Yes, that's right - for the first time in my 38+ years on this earth, I am apply
 

Falling

Parallel events: a scream rushes from my brain towards my lips, in my dream I plummet toward a ground I can't see. Just as I hit the ground full force, the scream bursts from my mouth, and again I sit bolt upright, breathless. For one moment I am blissfully unaware, and perplexed as to where I am. In hindsight that moment, the whole succession of events moves slower than a snail, though it was certainly no more than two blinks of an eye. The moment ends too quickly and it all floods over the

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Suspended

Finding joy in the little things! At times I am good at it, but in my Costanza-like way I hang on a universe of begetting, with every peep of the joyful there will come the slight of the bad. One does well not to get caught up in the euphoria, distracted from the lurking demons ready to take you down a notch in every corner of life. I forgot that little mantra last week, and, euphoric over the joy of others surrounding me, I was utterly dumbstruck by the comeupance of rejection. A small step

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Magazine Article

Just got off the phone with someone who is writing an article about competitive marching band in Kentucky high schools for a statewide magazine. We don't often get press for what we do with our kids: the opportunities to learn music, travel, perform, compete; not to mention the development of leadership skills and life lessons learned. The writer is a "band mom," so I know that we will get the right treatment. Looking forward to that coming out in September. Other than that, I'm working

Silver Llama Train

Silver Llama Train

 

Just being alive

The artistic condition is when life is most tortuous, because it is the most vivid; it is when the painter, the poet loses him- or herself in the intensity of the living moment, when the artist transcends and becomes like a string resonating with tension and force. Solitary in his or her ob-con-servatory and suddenly struck like by lightening with the closeness and force of life around him or her, though not from within. I cried different tears today than I have ever cried before, for shee

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

More About Me

Anyway, I am a music teacher for grades 6-12. I also teach three periods of Arts & Humanities to all of Grade 10. I am currently working on my Master of Arts in Education (Music Emphasis). Oh, almost forgot, I also compose music (heavily influenced by Philip Glass)... and no, I am not a spy! :lol: Dingo!

Silver Llama Train

Silver Llama Train

 

Promote yourself!

I have promoted works by members of another forum in my live broadcasts. If you would like me to talk you up on my next live show, let me know! Sorry, at this time I cannot accept music (of all things!) because of the legal wrangling with the Digital Millenium Copyright Act (DMCA). Dingo!

Silver Llama Train

Silver Llama Train

 

My Radio Station

Listening to Mrs. B on my internet radio station. Oh, that's right... being a newbie, I haven't told you about myself. Anyway, I have an internet radio station at Live365. You can listen by going to my website at http://home.alltel.net/mrklarinet. I play lots of oldies, plus Kate Bush, Yes, Pink Floyd, and just about anything else. I have just recently started doing live broadcasts on an intermittent schedule. The next time I schedule one, I'll post it here. In the meantime, you can visit t

Silver Llama Train

Silver Llama Train

 

And the Lady is waiting...

I write not of art, not of what I know, and yet in the artistic condition, under the premise that a theraputic attempt to record the artistic condition is all I know to do. I stand at the bottom of an abyss, and feel nothing. If I could only write a song... Midnight in my heart and I wish the sun would go away. The time when I could be really alone and the night would seem bigger than it ever has before. Just the light of the pagescreen here and a star or two in the black black sky;

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Unbehagen

For me it is late and I am very active...almost euphorically active. Yet slowly I am becoming aware of a feeling of uneasiness, as if something is coming...these periods of euphoria are almost always followed by a severe blow. Sometimes it is an earthquake...sometimes something else. I hope I am wrong. (A silly face to take the edge off.)

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

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