Sunday, 28 June 2009
Posted by Anna Faye at 19:25
Thursday, 25 June 2009
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Wednesday, 10 June 2009
The man wakes in the frigid morning thinking
about women. Not with desire so much as with a sense
of what is not. The January silence is the sound
of his feet in the snow, a squirrel scolding,
or the scraping calls of a single blue jay.
Something of him dances there, apart and gravely mute.
Many days in the woods he wonders what it is
that he has for so long hunted down. We go hand
in hand, he thinks, into the dark pleasure,
but we are rewarded alone, just as we are married
By Jack Gilbert
Posted by Anna Faye at 21:48
Monday, 8 June 2009
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
How very exciting.
Listen to tracks and everything.
I wish I could take some credit, but it's all Oli's work. I feel privileged to at least be attempting to play drums for this guy.
Good things will happen!
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Posted by Anna Faye at 19:27