Musings of Khlari

This one just made me laugh…….

the pagan

Roses are reddish
Violets are blueish
If it weren't for Christmas
We'd all be Jewish

- Get born again
Like Ronald Reagan?
No thanks
I'd rather be a pagan
LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE

Strangely enough, what's been inspiring me this morning is Salford's finest…..

John Cooper Clarke

This is one of the pieces that started through the MA course…it developed from a piece of spontaneous writing that I started in class, and developed later at home. We were asked to think of an object from our childhood, then create a narrative around it. I chose a red velvet trouser suit, that I remembered loving with a passion, trying to wear it even when I had grown out of it….this led on to a photo of my mother's of me, wearing it on a trip to Paris in 1971 This turned out to be the last family holiday abroad we had, this mingled with musings on my later time in Paris, and the bittersweet feelings that all of this evoked.

You'd think I'd have given up
by now…but alas no. This is
my 'First day at school picture'
First day on my MA…….

This is some of the work I have been doing recently on my MA course….strange what comes out when you don't expect it……

“Left to myself, what a poet I shall flay myself into”
Sylvia Plath

What brings me here? The question should be: what has kept me away for so long? I have always wanted to be a writer, have always written, since childhood. Why then did I come to a standstill, a ten year creative crevasse?

Ritual

I can see her through the window, the street light is out again, and I look though the darkness to the one point of light, her window, which is slightly lower than mine, affording a perfect view. The wistful chords of ‘Transylvanian Concubine’ split the night air.
She lays the cosmetics carefully on the dressing table, piece by piece. She pulls her hair carefully back, and begins the task.