2011 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,600 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 43 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

New Blog!!!!

Hey. So I’ve been challenged to write a blog everyday throughout 2012 about…well go see it to find out. Hope you enjoy the challenge and wishing you the best for 2012

K

http://deathofthewriter.wordpress.com/

Forgetting

Previously I did a Post on Feeling Lonely in a Crowded Room. Although to some degree those feelings have intensified, as has the feeling of having a close distance which i experimented with in the Poem – The Reunion, something that recently struck me whilst talking with a friend at a party was the idea of Forgetting. We spoke about a very talented young person whom i admire, yet could easily be forgotten in time.It struck me, the ease with which people who shine so brightly in so many ways can be blanketed by time. So here’s something off the cuff, hasn’t been rehearsed but we’ll see where it take us. Enjoy x

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It’s a beat that rocks the pulse

It’s a groove that fills the room with a smooth measure

Time

At times He’s your friend, dishing out the seconds so the body can move with rhythm

The flick of a wrist, complete command

A slight biting of the lips, He’s moving too fast

Gradually yet suddenly – who can tell for sure – the colours start to blur

Synaesthesia as we enter into a misty purple whirl

Out of focus, no beat keeps the rhythm as pupils swivel in dizzying sockets

And then

Clarity

But the seat is empty,

The kit is silent

Those measured seconds still pulsing in this ocean of

Pure Silence

Where did you go again?

Was there ever a drummer who sat in that seat

Measured out the time

Kept us in line with the beat?

Or is he a figment of my imagination

A misty purple blur, the outline unsure

Time came and stole you away

…

I’ll try and remember that flick of your wrist,

The talent that

Once Upon A Time

I couldn’t miss

The Mountain of Independence

It’s the end of formal education. That’s alright. You’ve been locked up on the daily 9-3.30 grind for the last 13 years. Looking back on the yearly school photos, you see how time has subtly then abruptly aged you, moving from chubby primary school smiling face, to spotted, frowning teenage years, with the brace-wire still unfixed, until 6th form knocks on your door and makeup is allowed. Now reaching the foot of Independence Mountain and stringing up your wires and clips, back pack at the ready, you have decided you’re ready enough to launch into the abyss of Adulthood.

It is a lie.

Unzip. Take off the rucksack that is still too big for you. Turn around and ask your teacher for another essay. You are not ready.

The Reunion

Theme of Reunion

We were stranded at a distance

The sand beneath our feet impaled forming bejewelled soles

[ We danced as though we had diamonds on the soles of our feet]

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The years had ebbed like fraying thread unwinding, falling

Slithering to private corners of lonely bars,

The cacophony of seductive whispers a shackle that restricted our throats -

Your apple struggling with clipped wings to break the roaring silence

as we stared across the minute distance.

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The muted flame a changeling: from violet to indigo

to Michael’s blue

It burnt, heatless, lifeless, scorching my fingers in its dying embers

Scorching our sweat lined palms as my charred hand slid through yours

meeting in a clasp.

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Childhood was grooved in your hand, our hands

locking in familiar, intimate positions of the past

Unseen. Hidden. Forgotten

Words: Unseen, hidden, forgotten. These make a theme.

The human body is pliable. Padded out with flesh and meat, some calcified bone, it can bend itself to fit into the cold, unflinching marble of a corner. Press your ear close enough to the low budget-paint-as-fast-as-you-can blue varnish door and you’ll hear the faint memory of a lonely trickle of water. It only burbles now, as though its chemically infused voice is being strangled, the shards of worn and rusted metal lodged too firmly into its traditional routeway.

The poor excuse of a water fall had been flowing for too long in this place to think of changing. At least, that’s what the body thought.

Eyes lit only by the reflection of electrons and framed by sticky black wings couldn’t actually see through the low budget-paint-as-fast-as-you-can blue varnish door. But they could think. Ponder.

The right arm, folded neatly into its armpit, fingers just brushing the clavicle, slowly stopped sensing the crushing weight of the body as the good and bad fat pressed down in earnest, deaf to the ebbing screams and moans of their brotherly limb. The body shifted slightly as a lethargic jog of crippled signals listlessly began to compete for the nervous systems Paralympics.

It  sighed. Stagnant air pressed over cracking vaseline-forgotten lips before timidly rising to tickle the nose awak.

Deep inside, near the fringes of the grey matter metropolis, a little signal stirred, stuttered and gurgled nonchalantly wondering if today the busy coats would notice the pliable body curled in the marble corner, starving.

Baklava, Crumbs and Velvet Legs

Words: Justice, crumb, oblong, moist, melancholy, hullabaloo, baklava, arc, cynicism, ecstatic, brouhaha, velvet, legs, squalid.

It was sweet.

Too sweet to sit for a long time tucked into the curve of a moist mouth, just where the tongue dips before it arcs towards the gaping, gluttonous, throat. Droplets of treacle slithered over muscle like velvet rippling over naked skin, tantalizing the taste buds into an ecstatic frenzy. If the crumb of baklava, a fading memory of a dangerously rich pudding, could grow legs, it would sashay down the pink strip of the mouth’s highway, making a raucous brouhaha, as saliva and bacteria would rush, desperate like a cocaine dependant yuppie from their squalid domains, yearning for one touch.

One lick.

Yet the crumb knew. As it waned in size, it grew in power, the now oblong flake a lord unto itself. Justice had no seat in his sugar induced court. Instead it sat like a leper with the denied contenders of the diminishing pudding, clothed in  melancholy and regret.

Stringing together Words

So – I have definitely become very lax with this publication. Though I have plenty of excuses, a good majority of it comes down to laziness and a self deprecating attitude. However, after just having a highly inspiring English lesson with a teacher whose blog you should definitely check : UnseenFlirtation , I have decided to do a random word draw, where I pick – or you send in –  a few words and either string them together or use them as a theme to inspire some creative writing.

 Considering that the political world seems to have gone to pot from where I stand, and the effort entailed in writing about it in lucid enough state where my frustration at the current stupidity and injustice doesn’t result in a gravely damaged keyboard – for now I shall just stick to creative writing.

 So today you are lucky and getting  2 pieces, i’ll aim to do this on a weekly session – but as my blog shows, will power is currently not a strong point.

K x

2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads This blog is doing awesome!.

Crunchy numbers

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 3,900 times in 2010. That’s about 9 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 10 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 13 posts. There were 20 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 4mb. That’s about 2 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was May 17th with 43 views. The most popular post that day was Get Over.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, piony.livejournal.com, mail.live.com, tipstohairremoval.com, and WordPress Dashboard.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for anish kapoor, laura izibor, the holiday, svayambh, and anish kapoor svayambh.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Get Over May 2010

2

Anish Kapoor – Perception and Deception November 2009
5 comments

3

Laura Izibor October 2009
2 comments

4

The Holiday January 2010
1 comment

5

Teens and Tiaras January 2010

An End

Whilst I straddle the border between holiday and school day it has become apparent that this new year doesn’t just mark a new beginning, it marks an end. An end to childhood. The past three days that have made up my delivery into 2011 were spent watching – I quote – the “hilarious film” ‘Kick-Ass’ followed by ‘Scott Pilgrim vs. The world.’ In a later post, when I realise I will not die if I don’t complete 3 geography essays, I will dine to comment on those two movies.