October 19th, 2009


owltober marches on

My favourite bits of gardening are the ones where I actually finish a garden. It's tempting to thik of gardening as an unfinishable job, like housework, but actually, for any given bit of gardening there is a moment when you can step back and say, OK, that's done. That's nice. That'll do. I'm done. Did tinyjo's back garden, yesterday, and at the end got to think; yeah, that's done.

Oh, and more from owltober, thanks to percyprune for this eminently practical and beautiful shopping bag. It's already been to a festival and an all-day gig with me, and comfortably coped with landing in a puddle of beer, holding my copy of The Fortean Times, containing a CD, etc.

owls from sweden

moments between posts - spectral fat cats, cigars of memory

This also happened today:

  • 18:12 We joke at work about getting a kitten for stress relief; on the stairs fluff gathers in every corner, as if shed by some spectral fat cat.
  • 18:23 Intermittent smell of hacking smokers in filthy jockstraps explained! I'm following a cigar smoker down the street. I overtake.
  • 18:25 Instantly the smell transports me back to the Quiet Woman, where Derek would come in every day for his cigar and a toasted stilton sandwich.

throwing a party (all the way across the room)

October, and I have become utterly obsessed with The Lovesong of Alfred J Prufrock. Remember that film, "I have seen the Mermaids Singing"? Ah, just me then. Anyway, you can find audio of Eliot reading his own poem, clipped voice cracking slightly as he creases over and over his anxieties, snapping them like an elastic band, on and on and on. I have my annotated copy somewhere, doubtless complete with a damaged translation of the scrap on Dante it opens with, perhaps a doodle of catbeast fog. I had to buy another belt today; I've hit that age (they will say; how she is becoming thin) and hey apparently according to a book I read (fiction) Ezra Pound edited it all anyway. Anyway. Archi Prufrock (or possibly Andi) is likely to be the hosthero of my latest Whores of Mensa strip, the theme of which is parties. This is one of my less successful doodles of the main characters. There was a better one, but the sketchpad's a pain to scan.

archi prufrock's party at the end of all days
archi prufrock's party at the end of all days
Archi may end up a bit more Mrs Dalloway (that's me at the back there, I just dyed my hair black)