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thingkah: June 2012
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Thursday, 21 June 2012. ASTRONAUTS OF NEEDFUL THINGS. HAVE TO HAVE BRIGHTNESS. A lack of time, no peace of mind—. Lence recalls the solitude I have learnt. You cannot, in that sparsest of cells, relax—. You cannot sift right from wrong. I have listened to the talk of others,. Often it is tedious and unenlightening,. But stories always have stories of their own. Avoid the high and mighty—. For they will dog you with the persistence of poltergeists. If you are tempted to compare yourself to others—. Where ...
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SHIRLEY FREEMANTLE: July 2005
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THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A TYPICAL SOMEBODY. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. THEY CALLED ME JACKANORY. Bury Them Away, Somehow. Why the fuck should Amy Acton have to say goodbye to a casket, a plush wooden box containing the emptiness of her mother's body? I told Ted Acton there was no way I'd let Amy go to her mum's funeral. He wanted her there he said. 'For something you can hold to, to comfort you' I told him, 'and what of Amy, you really thing she ought to say. To polished brass and walnut? Everything's a lie....
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thingkah: May 2012
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Tuesday, 22 May 2012. STEEL RODS OF REASON. Manipulated excerpt from The Rebel. The mother of all invention , perhaps. Now let's forget necessity, it's principle is obvious. What of the stuff that comes out of nowhere? Play is a necessity, yes—but what is born of it isn't. Doodling fulfils a need, like smoking. A doodle is a doodle. Not, 'how will I make people think/feel? 8212;but 'what will people think? That chains us to office desks, to production lines and the rest of what provides a salary. Life is...
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SHIRLEY FREEMANTLE: Mobilization
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THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A TYPICAL SOMEBODY. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. THEY CALLED ME JACKANORY. Man's Voice: Who's speaking? I thought I was calling Isabell's number, I must've misdialled? Man's Voice: This might be Isabell's phone, it was left here, The Ferryman and Firkin on High Street in Southampton? Me: Look, if I ring back on Isabell's number, we'll know if it's her. Phone or not: ok? Man's Voice: Sounds a good idea. I'll hang-up now - talk again, in a sec,. Same Man's Voice: Hello? I said. 'There was...
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thingkah: WHERE TO BEGIN (THE BEGUINE)?
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Monday, 22 October 2012. WHERE TO BEGIN (THE BEGUINE)? A Walloon and a stammerer—Lambert le Bègue, a secular priest, exerted a profound influence on the populace of Liége with his penitential sermons. To his devoted followers, the women and maidens whom he led to renounce the world, he dedicated a number of religious poems. These writings were lost. They were absorbed into the Church, they became nuns. The Creole of Guadelope and Martinique are a mixed bag. They are all mixed race. 8212;from Paris, just ...
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SHIRLEY FREEMANTLE: [Missing Images]
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THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A TYPICAL SOMEBODY. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. THEY CALLED ME JACKANORY. Sometime after migrating the blog back to Blogger, all the images hosted on Flickr dropped out - though the pictures are still on Flickr, it would take too long to reattach them manually. So, apologies, the images were a bonus, but not necessary. I'll keep trying to re-embed them, until then fill the blanks with your imagination. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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SHIRLEY FREEMANTLE: Intrude, Deduce
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THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A TYPICAL SOMEBODY. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. THEY CALLED ME JACKANORY. I didn't want to frighten Amy, the Actons' daughter, so I pretended I'd simply forgotten where Mrs A said she'd left the key (. She'd rushed off to nurse an old friend. What I was thinking was, mostly was, I'd find a clue to her whereabouts or state of mind. Sometimes, I thought I'd discover her body. Well, you do, don't you. Why is it the stillness of an empty house reverberates so in your imagination? Elaine Bartel...
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