Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

postcard from hell

succumbing to the inner wordjunkie can sometimes be a very bad thing.

make sure you are amongst the very best chintz. Accompanied with shoulderpads and babycham.

so i’d write you a song with those words that you stole
from the lady below who writes lines of them whole
dispensing at random a thought from the past
of life, death and spirit held through to the last
and the times that you give, and the nothing you take
as foundations of stone simply crumble and break…

to know that i can’t flutter money
the clouds cannot chink from above
i’ll glue words dripping with honey
and pack each one onward with

[insert name of your favourite disease here]

Beautiful poetry, yet again.

[Insanity, of course. Failing that, I want one of those diseases that writers used to die of, in poverty, in “the olden days”]

[”the pox”, “the lurgy”, “consumption” or somesuch?]

Tuberculosis? Black Death? Personally, I’d go with alcoholism for tradition’s sake.

“to know that i can’t flutter money”
Nice phrase. I love that.

“[insert name of your favourite disease here]”
What about mono? Or consumption? Let’s get a tad Victorian here! Or cholera? Shingles?

“[love]”

i win a prize, surely?

:)

Ani: ah, yes. a slow sinking under…

Andophiroxia: oh, more diseases please! Typhoid…

Colin: ah, the most painful disease of all… i’ve often wondered if it would be too drama-queenlike to have written on a headstone “died from a broken body, a broken soul, and a broken heart”.. um…. possibly.

Can’t think of any other diseases that rhyme with “above” (other than the much dreaded ‘love’ referred to by Colin).

Now, diseases aside, why is it bad to succumb to one’s inner wordjunkie? Is there actually a choice in the matter?

Well, love is not at all like advertised, I’d rather have adrenoleukodystrophy.

[schizophrenia]

Bohémienne: I have been trying to find a different disease but failing. There are some sublime diseases listed in this comments box, though!

I’m not sure there is a choice. Yet sometimes there seems to be. Just to push it to one side. But it will come back, kicking and screaming at some soon-come point in time… Is this the same for you?

Lillipilli: sometimes it might be preferable. Sometimes not, but I guess it exists in so many mutations that it’s difficult to pin just one down. Love that is. Not adrenoleukodystrophy.

Revorad: “interestingness”.