Fuck yes, got a conditional offer from UCL, my first choice!
My mum tried to get me to sign a petition to illegalise gay marriage and said she was “deeply disappointed” when I refused and that I was “weird”.
Fucking Christians!
Dream Song 264
I got a copy of John Berryman’s “The Dream Songs” for my 19th birthday, the day on which I posted “Bring on middle age!” This Dream Song makes that seem like a stupid thing to have said:
Dream Song 264
I always wanted to be old, I wanted to say
‘O I haven’t read that for fifteen years’
or ‘my copy of that
seems in the usual course to have gone astray’
or ‘She—that woman moved me to young tears,
even Henry Cat.’
But now the moment’s mine, I find I love it not.
Base envy of the very young afflicts me,
contempt & boredom, but envy.
I just came on my old notes for a play,
fifty volumes I read from Widener, thought
that now would turn me grey
roiled in my burning brain, Connolly & Pearse
my hero-martyrs over fifty books
stampt down in lime:
their triumph needs a man younger in rhyme
reservationless, unfeeling for the worse,
a young man with three rooks.
This piece of music absolutely bowled me over - can’t recommend it enough.
[The Disintegration] Loops is based on Basinski’s attempts to salvage earlier recordings made on magnetic tape, by transferring them into digital format; however, the tape had physically deteriorated to the point that, as it passed by the read/write head, the ferrite detached from the plastic backing and fell off.
Today is my 19th birthday. It doesn’t feel bad. Bring on middle age!
Goodiepal/Gamers in Exile - My Robotic Skills Have Failed
Snow
the slow sad snow smells
like it wears brown trousers
open a gate through the slow sad sleet
and say something kind
for it remembers the blue jeans smell
and flaking without worry in an unmelting sky
slow sad sleet must read
long rambling letters from the night
say something nice
to the slow sad snow
