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Testing, testing

:) Hi everyone This is "pilot" blog entry to see if it actually works. Being a newbie/novice type blogger, I thought I might test the waters first. I have about 50 minutes a day to reply to posts on this and other forums, including personal and work emails :o so until I can work out a system where I maximize my virtual efficiency, this blog will be rather bereft of content.

isobel

isobel

 

The Angel

I had never met anyone quite like him before, and he called me angel. And I was beautiful, maybe. I exuded something, certainly, maybe beauty but something you can't quite see so much as sense, that I stretched through time and space, like Anima...or like an angel... and angels only look backward in shock and horror and they can't do anything. Because they exist through space and time. Metaphor or not. The idea means an all-encompassing sense, around you, exceeding words, exuding aura.

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

The Monster Ball

17 March 2010 I did promise to tell everyone about Lady Gaga's Monster Ball, didn't I. And then time slid away from me like...a slimy thing. I am reminded of it though because of the recent release of Gaga's music video "Telephone". I said in my last post I doubted it would take long before someone starts to write critical theorily of her work, and I was right. A graduate student here in the US was even interviewed by one of our larger national TV stations (ABC) because of her extremel

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Jiminey Crickets!!

I wished so hard upon a star for months I wished and wished and wished I lay awake the night's long line for fear that it would come to nicht. my soul strech'd out twixt ev'ry star I saw for nights around around and wished my soul on ev'ry one and cried out loud, but without sound. The stars must hear! the planets, too! align themselves from me for you where is justice, where is right? I cried out into that dark night Came the message with the sun War is over,

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Space Madness

Angrily I returned from the library, driven relentlessly by my compulsion to feel music. Earphones pressed close to my head if only I could get the music inside my heartbeat rather than the other way round. I know why string instruments are closest to the human voice, I can feel it as I hum along with the cello, the way my vocal chordes work just like a bow across strings. I need to be closer. Wolfi I think you really are going mad... Remember, George, remember when I was in the orc

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Through form, formlessness

Where is there a more insistent form than rhythm? O we strive to keep with it, weave our dance steps into it or around it, but nonetheless in concert with it, we have people with batons who mark it for us and who yell themselves red in the face if the rhythm is in any way disregarded or not observed; we have both fascinatingly manual and electronic machines that keep it for us, since we cannot count upon ourselves to keep rhythm properly. Man is an inexact creature. We strive within reason to

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Childhood

I am wary of nostalgia. I am I am I am. Nonetheless. Sometimes you have these moments, and something from the now sutures itself in a flash to a then. And again like the Werdegang time both stops and stretches out and moves, it seems you are endlessly a child before yourself while the scene that is not you unfolds before you in slow motion and it seems like all nights last forever. The floodlights from the house sent a layer of light out across the back yard. It was like light parti

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

The Silence and the Voice of Dissent

I come from a town famous for producing expatriates. Our walk of fame is like a collection of memorials for those who turned their back on the city, the state, the country; a kind of expression of acknowledging disappointment, and catalysm: We are the place that drove them away (to greatness). Oh yes, this planted the seed in me, as well. I am an American. What I mean by that is, really, that I was born here, and I am familiar with ways of thinking and behaving in particular parts of

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Or They Decided I Was Spamming?

I am suspicious I just got deleted now. I forgot, so you remember? Mustn't mess about with a man's information you know that? it is a dangerous business, making a man confused what he should think of the world, did you realize that even remotely? It is a business not to be entered into lightly, messing with a man's head, and also extraordinarily bad manners, not a thing to do lightly- Confuse your man. Even if the lottery said your man is a littl

curly willow

curly willow

 

Noodling Away At A Life-

I am suspicious I just got deleted now. I forgot, so you remember? Mustn't mess about with a man's information you know that? it is a dangerous business, making a man confused what he should think of the world, did you realize that even remotely? It is a business not to be entered into lightly, messing with a man's head, and also extraordinarily bad manners, not a thing to do lightly- Confuse your man. Even if the lottery said your man is a littl

curly willow

curly willow

 

Werdegang

The poetic meaning of "Werdegang" is: I have a book. [this is not a universalizing "the," but a "the" that bears its own doubt, followed as it is by "poetic;" I could have written "my," but the "I" is implied in the poetic. Trust "the poetic meaning," but do not submit to it.] The semantic linguistic meaning of "Werdegang" can be broken down as follows: Werdegang: noun, masculine. German. signifies: a path to becoming. Made up of the nominalisation of two verbs: "werden," the mark

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Ask me not what I know.

I would rather suffer quietly and internally than stake my rights on another night of finger-pointing. What happens when one reaches that feeling--or even absence of it--when it doesn't matter anymore who said what and when, when it doesn't matter where anything began, you'll take anything, give anything just to have the tension go away. A part of me ceased to be, a little part that insisted on rights, among them the right to express oneself. It was a strangely compacted paradoxical part of m

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Somewhere in between fragments

I perceive that I belong to those who believe that what differentiates the human from, say, my cat, is that humans strive to overcome instinct. A vague definition of what I perceive as reason, the attempt to combat instinct, in favor of rational behavior, which overcomes the instinct when it calls itself into question. As soon as the question mark is thought, instinct has been impeded. But it never is completely--man is an animal first, and a tribal one at that. Behaviors exhibited at partie

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

Juliet and her Romeo

It isn't possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. And I hate it when she puts that lipstick on. Like a mortician painted on her face, a cold and lonely lovely work of art, a death role hanging in exhibition. She doesn't belong to me, those lips make her, acceptable and more gorgeous. That lipstick strips her to a photograph that does not recognize me and I can't touch her anymore. I wish that I could part from her but I fall before her, begging her to return, dying away

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

I had so much fun, I can't find my car.

I spend a lot of time thinking about fascism. I think about its impact as well as its legacy. I think about the line between minor despotism and fascist thinking. I can never decide where it lies but I rail against any attempt to conform for no reason. For example: I was at a party at which there was much food. I picked the items I thought I might enjoy. I sat down to enjoy them. I was suddenly descended upon by incredulous colleagues who had apparently just been upbraided by some authent

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

All Things in Moderation

The theme-cum-strange phenomenon of the day. And perhaps something worth keeping in mind embarking on a blog. Inspired by so many others, particularly here, to make the blog whatever one wants, encouraged by the common link we share, to be read or not to be read and anyway perceived by a kind, intelligent, international community. A sentence that isn't a sentence; hardly a suitable beginning. I will keep them, as all things should be, in moderation. I miss moderation. I long for a p

Jayne Dullahan

Jayne Dullahan

 

come to the point

(excerpt)It came to the pointwhere for the new physics to work,the realtime affect of the physicists on the physicsnecessitated the physics they workedbeing included in their physics,whilst they worked-And when the physicists stoppedworking their physics,The physics relaxed,back into it's natural state again...(self reference)

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Guest

 

Cant Help But Love...

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!! Chocolate.. anything 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 colou

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Relax

It's okay, don't worry-I swear I'd make a million dollarsgoing on the lecture circuitas a Demotivational Speaker,And yet, strangely?I haven't...Haven't they learnt anything yet?There are seven billion people in this world-you could be one of them.

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