A Mermaid's Tale

when I was a kid my mum used to read me a story about Mermaids. Its actually about a couple called Emma and Tom who are very much in love but they are poor. Emma has a garden and makes pretty things out of sea shells and flowers. Tom is a fisherman and one day he never comes home, Emma goes to look for him but trips on a rock and falls in to the sea. She thinks she is drowning but then she hears beautiful soft voices calling her name and suddenly she is surrounded by mermaids. They cast a spell on her so she can breathe under water, they are happy to have a new friend and the make her a pretty shell necklace and green jelly to eat (YUM!). But Emma is sad because she misses Tom. One day the mermaids and Emma go up to the surface to sing to a fisherman and enchant him and then trap him. Emma recognizes the fisherman as Tom, but its too late and the mermaids trap him and lock him in their coral palace. During the night Emma sets him free, but when she gets him back to his boat she can't go with him because she is a mermaid. At the next full moon Tom comes back to rescue Emma, with him he brings handfuls of beautiful, sparkling jewels. The mermaids had never seen anything so beautiful and agree to give Tom a wish in exchange for the jewels. "I wish" says Tom, "that you would give emma back her legs so she can return to me". Emma is delighted to be back with Tom but perplexed- where did the expensive jewels come from? It turns out they are the christmas decorations that Emma made herself. Reunited they row towards home in the moonlight. 

I spent every birthday wish and shooting star wishing to be a mermaid. I thought that they were some beautiful and full of whimsy. I knew they were a bit mean and they didn't seem to be very fond of boys. But mostly I loved their hair. There was a point when I realised that it was not possible to become a mythical creature. Up until then I had honestly thought it was not only possible but probable seeming as I had used every single wish. Maybe now I should just wish for Mermaid hair?

hello summer!

finally its blissfully hot again! I must remember to make the most of the heat this year!

sjö

 Tuve series by Kim Holtermand. Absolutely stunning photography. 

Via vic

the peacock

there was a peacock in the grounds of their estate, renishaw,

who was edith's best friend for a while growing up:

"he would wait for me until i left my mother's room, then,

with another harsh shriek would fly down into the large gardens.

we walked around these, with my arm around his lovely neck,

that shone like tears in a dark forest.

if it had not been for his crown, which made him slightly taller than me,

we should have been of the same height...this romance lasted for months.

then my father bought Peaky a wife
(in my eyes a most dull and insignificant bird)

and he discarded my companionship."

edith sitwell via ii-ne-kore

sunday afternoon

some things from around and about

Lemon and chocolate

ZOMG it's bigger than my head!

I never liked you anyway

Via daydream lily

Cat picnic

LC and I took Lula to the park! She acted like a terrible ferret. We
are crazy cat people.

home is where the heart is

I miss London

(BF)

Bunches of love

Yesterday I bought pretty flowers at the farmers market! Unfortuantely, while I was window shopping and brunching with my bff I had to leave them in a water bottle in the car. When we got back they were looking very sad indeed but LC convinced me to put them in water and see if they perked up. This morning they are bright as dasies (not pushing up dasies). Having flowers makes me feel so grown up. Even Lula thinks they're pretty!

I went to the farmers market...

And I made broad bean, zucchini and mushroom risotto. YUM!

Malevolent Fictions

Beautiful writing by Linda Marie Walker and Paul Hewston. Linda taught me at Uni and is an absolute Gem/Hero. Photos from 10-10 By Kris, Bryan and anabela via Vic!

S found the grey truss, the story began. Neither of us knew about trusses. Anger is an energy, he said beating to the electronic band (with the flat sound). We decided on two definitions: the device worn to support a hernia, and, to tie or bind securely. After years of minor decisions, stilted talk, and intermittent carnality he tied himself with rope and jumped from a tall building. He told the woman in the lift that he'd decided to drown. But he jumped onto the concrete parking lot and broke everything and died ninety seconds later. The woman said she'd always remember him jerking. Held tied the rope tight around his chest and thighs. We were on the edge, that was the point of our involvement, he was intent on proving mortality. Anyway. the truss was just one of those tiny instances which inevitably lead to a larger act, and so he jumped trussed. I loved him. But you can't argue with obsession. He even had caring friends. He always acted stories.

A cry from Hell

today i bought the 50th anniversary edition of William S Burroughs' The Naked Lunch. I've been meaning to read it for ages and never have, now is my chance!. It is in a case (not a cage as i was told by my columbian  friend) and the edge of the pages are black. Several of my friends have told me that they tried to read it but had some trouble, so i am going to give it a go. I've seen the film and I know what Burroughs writing is like. Wish me luck!

Back in 2007 I made a short film piece about Burroughs' Cities of the Red Night:

INFECT

H Carlisle | Myspace Video
I'm not sure if the link works anymore :(

bowl cut

I got a new hair cut... thought i would share.