Being James

Farewell.

2005-10-18T16:02:34Z

Damn you, livejournal.
I'm packing my bags and leaving.
We've had some nice times together,
I just can't write anymore.
Goodnight.

beingjames @ 2005-10-16T20:57:00

2005-10-16T19:57:27Z

I might go away soon.

Arrival

2005-10-15T16:20:57Z

You know it's autumn when the leaves float in through your window.

An Update.

2005-10-12T22:05:22Z

Since August vanished,
I haven't read a novel,
I haven't relished a friend,
I haven't taken a good photo,
I haven't felt passion,
I haven't known content.

The only interests that remain are a fictional civilisation, a beautiful queer from Jersey and a bad habit of chain smoking.
My life is fundamentally dull, but isn't everything so?
Nature has a habit of changing face, maybe the cold won't be all bad.

Remember inventing worlds as a child? The simplest form of storytelling. A crude map: a forest, a lake, a stormy ocean; the castle, the cave, the monster.
I want to make a world like that,
And never come back.

Goodnight.

beingjames @ 2005-10-09T20:41:00

2005-10-09T19:43:17Z

Tonight, I lent against the doorstep wall, counting the stars and listening to old time music.
The muscles in my back started to spasm, beating,
I thought my heart had moved into my back!

beingjames @ 2005-10-05T21:14:00

2005-10-05T20:15:00Z

Oh the blood seeped into itself and the synapses fell apart.
Patti oh Patti!
The butterfly was flapping my throat and it was such a braniac amour!
Sweet blood of Seraphim's anoint my head now please?

The Red Wheelbarrow - William Carlos Williams

2005-10-03T21:18:35Z

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

Today was the first time I came across this poem and I must say,
it's probably one of the best I've ever read.
Whilst famous and somewhat notorius, I couldn't resist
posting it for those who've never met William.

And yes, tonight, an in depth discussion on the poem, lasting around 45 minutes,
Me and Miss were the best in our corner beside the white chickens.

Some good, solid evidence of last night's existence.

2005-10-02T12:49:33Z

Eek!

2005-10-02T09:39:52Z

Last night my dad caught me kissing a boy.

Embarrasing Reads.

2005-09-28T20:15:54Z

In traditional blogging style...

HOW MUCH IS ENOUGH? (The Most Embarrasing Book You've Re-Read)

By Sarah Crown / Books 10:45am

The Ghost of Thomas Kempe: can you top it?
According to a story in G2 yesterday, Andrew Marr claims to have read War and Peace "at least" 15 – yes, 15 – times. One wonders how he managed to hold down what must have been a fairly demanding job as the Beeb’s political editor, but that is really between him and the director general.

In the spirit of investigation, Tanya Gold rang around the literary great and good to find out whether Marr was alone in his smugness, and discovered that his closest challengers were AS Byatt (five times) and Orlando Figes (four), with a clutch of twos and ones trailing along behind.

The issues of trust and believability which the survey naturally threw up led us up here in GU Towers to invent on the spot a new version of Humiliation, David Lodge’s game from Changing Places, in which players name classics that they haven’t read (Lodge himself, funnily enough, owns up to War and Peace).

So our game is as follows: never mind War and Peace, which is the most embarrassing book you’ll own up to having read time and again? I’ll kick off with two: The Chrysalids, by John Wyndham (first read to me by my father when I was eight or so, now my official comfort book) and The Ghost of Thomas Kempe by Penelope Lively (latest rereading took place last Sunday in the teeth of a vicious, birthday-induced hangover. I should point out that I am in no way denigrating this book, which I firmly believe to be one of the best ever written. Strictly speaking, however, it was written for children).

What about you?

Well, it was funny this came up, I've started to re-read the Myst trilogy which, oh man, is like the most embarrasing book I've ever read in my life.

And I have no regrets, it's comfort reading.

BURFDAY BOY

2005-09-25T23:17:27Z

Tonight, Belle & Sebastian.

Tomorrow, 16!

Hypothesis - proved.

2005-09-19T14:20:27Z

Today I didn't shower and ended up smelling like those library books.

beingjames @ 2005-09-18T09:50:00

2005-09-18T08:51:30Z

Gramps took a fall yesterday and broke bones.
(Ah Dr Parkinson! Your cruel disease plagues the kindest men.)
He spent all day crying.

beingjames @ 2005-09-17T17:36:00

2005-09-17T16:36:56Z

This odd little gripe in my stomach is rather queer.

A GRUESOME TALE...

2005-09-14T20:51:12Z

Another Shocking Discovery!

2005-09-13T15:23:39Z

Today, I reasoned that Tramps must keep their library books under their armpits instead of in their pockets, because after I came home and smelt everything I'd borrowed (4 cds and some DH), it was all work and no play for Mr Muscle and I.

beingjames @ 2005-09-12T16:40:00

2005-09-12T15:50:03Z

Saturday contained a bourgeois little garden party that ended up with me groping Naomi's breasts
in a rather spectacular rendition of 'Toucha-Toucha-Touch me'.

And Sunday, well Sunday was just a bit shit.

Sheila

2005-09-08T16:56:12Z

Today I befriended an odd little kleptomaniac named Sheila.
She has wrinkled skin and tightened grey hair.
Days spent in her drive,
her dusty clothes and ageing carpets sprawled
out over her decrepid garden wall and fractured bonett.

Before she spoke of Foxes on the roof,
Tuesday she wished us a good morning.

Hi, I'm James.

Hi James. I'm Sheila.
I'll sort you out with some stuff soon,
James.

Sheila's car-boot-give-away.
Sweet.

beingjames @ 2005-09-06T21:59:00

2005-09-06T21:04:41Z

It was nice to see Brennan again.
(Even though, I guess Peter's more appropriate now - as he told).
And tonight?
A bit of wine, a bit of DH Lawrence: it was nice.

All the Blake arrived in the post.
Lots of reading, spirituality and beauty.

Wednsday blues are head,
Science then pointless labor.

Oh boy, school gets better and better.

A note to a few people from last night.

2005-09-04T18:22:07Z

Leon: I drank the most but you talked the most. Shh! Our dancing was absolutely brilliant though.
Rhys: I'm upset you made a move on John and not me!
Deepali: Well done for throwing food at Rhys.
Prianka: I can't seem to recall anything I said to you. Shit.
Jade: More beer?
Matt: 7 times and sober! I'm very sorry, and thank you for sharing; in my drunken stupor I rather enjoyed it.
Sally: The love bite is a big one. And I'm bored of it now. But thanks anyway.
John: Ah, John! Although being constantly scrounged off, from the pictures it looks like you had a good time:

But anyway, put ol' 55 on the player and pass me a light - I'm off to go dance on a table.

beingjames @ 2005-09-03T10:48:00

2005-09-03T09:48:58Z

Saturday morning and the misery's still lurkin'.

beingjames @ 2005-09-01T19:53:00

2005-09-01T18:55:07Z

I really don't know what to do tonight.

Dilemna!

2005-08-27T14:02:38Z

Last night somebody told me custard creams were different to cream crackers.
I have been living a life of lies.

Saturday the 20th of May.

2005-08-20T20:50:52Z

Today I pretended I was a cowboy.

Today I thought I had a giant spot but it turned out to be a bit of tomato.

Today I caught an old couple making out in an alley way.

Today I made a friend from New Jersey.

Today I sung Allen Ginsberg.

Today I realised I still need a library card.

Today I missed my absent friends more than ever.

Today I realised I'm still single.

Today I realised I've always been single.

Where is my lover?

(And today I met a Supermoth.)

Photos!

2005-08-11T21:00:11Z

Life is good occasionally.

I'm going away tommorow.

I wish you all a nice week,
Goodbye.

(And guys, you can see all the other pictures here and the videos here.