It's my blog's first birthday! ( a little share and a poeme)
Category: Writing and Poetry
One year ago today I started blogging my poetry on Myspace, I posted three poems for my lover to read while he was dwelling in a tiny hut in Cameroon.. actually I think at that point all he had was a hammock. (I still don't think he ever actually read them) I never thought anyone else would read them. ( Thank you also to the person who first pointed out the categories button)
Now a couple of hundred or so poem postings later, I wanted to say a huge thank you for all of you who have supported me through the enormous ups and downs of this last year. Every comment and email I have had in the time I have been in here, every poem I have read by the diversely talented group of writers in here has propelled me to where I am now. I am so very grateful for this digital conduit in front of me as well as the conduit of my words and yours for the incredible connections I have made in here that I hold close. Some I know I now have for life.
Thank you
Namaste
Amanda Joy
A little share; This is the corner of my garden where I like to write & eat gooseberries. .
NOT HERE.... Follow the clicky linky thing HERE>>>>>> Bicycle Chain
Have a nosey and rummage around while you're there.. read what its all about ......befriend and show your support for the project... There are some fantastic poems in the Index to all poems here
OH! AND LEAVE LOTS OF COMMENTS EVERYWHERE! :D Some of my favourites would have to be Bruce Dorlova's "Myspace" .. Geraldine Green's "Passio".. George Wallace's "We are Lost in Love" .. Stephen Morse's "No Place" and Judy L Brekke's "Magic Carpet" I could continue.. but it's late.. I'm tired....
Have a brilliant day.. or night... or day..
A.Joy
Currently
listening
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Book Like This Release date: 2008-06-03
*An apology for how little I've been in here of late, Life has swamped me yet again and given a choice between finding time to write or blog I have been writing. ~I might add though that I am still deriving sustenance by sneaking downstairs at ungodly hours to read lots of your poems. Things will settle into some less precarious balance soon methinks..
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Days spent without the dumb certainty of language The reprieve found in stepping on rock after rock Moving amongst the evidence of living things and trees Alongside things running somewhere Wild pigs have foraged here
Such are the clear moments of small things Snags of blackberry thorns on a long slow hike The impossibility of drawing a deep breath in an abandoned mineshaft Not even the wind finds us here Undersides of ancient things stubbornly static and what collects there Distillations of surfaces Channelled into the depths where we see with our hands
We inherit this; Vast underbellies of others’ understandings Clouded thoughts in small crowded houses Tiny tables shortened by too much Pastis Closer Closer until everything touches Forces the air out We leave too the cramped room the tiny village the road Further
Inadequate maps without spaces show nothing Give nothing Cartographers of places untouched by the sun Hold maps in their memory to draw later I watch where you place your foot I follow Today the curl of hair on your collar and your square back Sure footed on an ancient trail reclaimed by green Following ghosts of Romans and English tourists Cradled in the valley we walk long in silence
The clarity of a river full of fish Sudden leap of a toad First blossoms brave the freezing air against a forest of brilliant green regrowth I watch our shadows pass over the water birdcall anouncements precede us
Stories speak more loudly here Voices move years after the sound has left them We breathe them in Silence expands falls softly into the river and the soil crackles under our feet then scatters
I'm thinking of a night full of birds A confusion of wingbeats and soft collisions that feel like heartbreak
Crowds are gathering on the hill in their pink masks to watch the sky which dwarfs us all It's the colour of the desert Stealing our shadows in funnels of dust
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This is my last post while in last minute packing bedlam, (only misplaced my passports twice!) .....so I bid you all adieu.. don't forget me.. I'll miss you all hugely!
With much much lovely..
A.Joy xox
Currently
listening
:
L' Absente
By
Yann Tiersen
Release date: 09 May, 2001
The rest of the room talks about how well we have gotten over it
Dear All, I am presently in pre-Paris chaos.. (weeding the garden mostly.. hehe) and I seem to have left all the most important things 'til the last minute..I'm sorry I'm not around much.. Also I am posting more at Little Glass Pen.. (clicky link below) if you want to keep track there's a little box to subscribe on there.. I will try and post pieces en route in there also.. much lovely A.Joy xx
Taken from the "Bringing Them Home" Report of the National Inquiry into the Separation of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Children from Their Families April 1997 Human Rights and Equal Opportunity Commission
" The Government has to explain why it happened. What was the intention? I have to know why I was taken. I have to know why I was given the life I was given and why I'm scarred today. Why was my Mum meant to suffer? Why was I made to suffer with no Aboriginality and no identity, no culture? Why did they think that the life they gave me was better than the one my Mum would give me?
And an apology is important because I've never been apologised to. My mother's never been apologised to, not once, and I would like to be apologised to.
Thirdly, I've been a victim and I've suffered and I'll suffer until the day I die for what I've never had and what I can never have. I just have to get on with my life but compensation would help. It doesn't take the pain away. It doesn't take the suffering away. It doesn't take the memories away. It doesn't bring my mother back. But it has to be recognised.
And I shouldn't forget counselling. I've had to counsel myself all my life from a very young age. And in the homes I never showed my tears ... I've been told that I need to talk about my childhood. I need to be counselled for me to get back on with my life."
Confidential evidence 139, Victoria: woman removed at 12 months in 1967.
Sixty-Six Reasons For Loving You (Extended)
Category: Writing and Poetry
I like your silence. The way you don't speak often.
You have sixty six eyelashes under your left eye.
This, I learned over dinner
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Interviewed by Princess Lili
Category: Quiz/Survey
O.k.. An interview of moi byThe Utterly Gorgeous Princess Lili .. I love these.. I've read a couple this morning.. Here's mine. There's instructions at the bottom if anyone reading wants to carry it on..
1. What is one most embarrassing or outrageous thing you have done-and the reaction to it?
I have spent so long trying to answer this question that I can only conclude that I have become less easy to embarrass over time .. I'm sure my kids would have a truckload of answers..? As for outrageous; a great quote from Gita Bellin " Be outrageous! People who achieve mastery have the ability to be outrageous" ~it is a daily quest.. hehe
2. When you play, what is your favorite activity?
Easy ~dancing, as much as possible, as wildly as possible.. with as many friends as possible.. for as long as possible… preferably to something really loud..
I love me my bhangra; try watch this without grinning;
Mahavilachchiya girls dancing to an Indian Bhangra dance. Videod by Nandasiri Wanninayaka
This makes my heart race;
Nuria Manglano "La Granaína"
There are other pursuits.. but I'll keep some things to myself ;)
3. The strangest thing you ever digested and did you like it?
It is possible, I may have swallowed an engagement ring once.. still undetermined.. but the evidence supports.. luckily I have very thin fingers.. I am sure that although I cannot really claim to know whether or not I liked it, it was more than likely for the best.
4. Given any choice between a dress or gown -what would it look like and for what occasion?
Oooh! Now this one is easy!! I have the most fantastic 60's inspired pale pink see-through dress worn with a white crocheted bikini underneath, which I only wear/wore for pink gin and croquet days with my best friend. (I once told someone about this and they waited a week to ask me again about these pink gin & 'cocaine' days.. with great consternation.. haha..poor diction perhaps) I would love to don this again …
5. Of your earthly possessions, what is the one thing you couldn't do without?
I have to admit, although I love many of my earthly possessions, I don't think there is anything that I couldn't do without. Perhaps some things that I have a sense of belonging with and to.. children, friends, my dog.. my garden.. but things….hmmmmm..
One thing I hold precious above anything else is an old green Lovatts ceramic jug which belonged to my grandmother. I've carted it around a long time.. She would mix skim milk in it every morning for her muesli.. ever weight conscious. She'd do her exercises, weigh herself, dress meticulously… those breakfasts, in old cream and green china.. with hot tea and grapefruit from her garden.. I still have dreams centred around that kitchen.. it was a haven. I loved those mornings with her. She was a woman who appreciated beauty, she always immaculate and beautiful, with such warmth and authenticity. A gentle philosopher, who loved unconditionally. I think the reason I keep it is to remind me how temporal everything is, so to surround myself with things and people I love and enjoy them to the fullest while they're there, without attachment, but with strength of presence.
Mmmmmm Pamplemousse
That was fun.. but harder than I thought! Thanks to The Utterly Gorgeous Princess Lili for the great questions.. Hope I didn't disappoint you or bore you to tears.. Anyone else who wants to play this one see the instructions below..
1. Leave me a comment saying "interview me." 2. I will respond by e-mailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. 3. You will update your blog (so you have to have a blog) with a post containing your answers to the questions. 4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. 5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five new questions.
Currently
reading
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Book Of Disquiet, The
By
Fernando Pessoa
Release date: 02 February, 2004
