Monday, 19 September 2011

Gypsy Firefly

Today's post isn't about a random song- the blog title relates to an image I love. When I was in Perth in August I bought a card titled 'Gypsy Firefly' (I took a photo of it, which you can see above. It's quite blurry but it gives you an idea of what I'm talking about). The image was created by artists called Angi Sullins and Silas Toball. There's something about this artwork that I find so mysterious and inspiring - I want to be able to step inside the picture and be transported into this girl's world. I think it was that kind of feeling that made me want to write in the first place; the desire to live inside any world, become any character and experience a bit of magic. I've got a few cards by these artists (as does my friend Lorna). I also just discovered this evening that they have website of art, inspiration and short films at I'd recommend having a look if you want to step into an alternative little world for a while.

This is an example of one of the films they've created. It's called 'A Knock on the Door' (which I find kind of funny seeing as one of the lines of my Haiku I wrote last night was 'she comes knocking'. A nice little bit of synchronicity...)For me the music ruins it a bit so I prefer to view it with the sound off! Enjoy :) and hope it brings you all some inspiration...

Sunday, 18 September 2011

No sound but the wind

Today's song is by the Editors. This would have been such an appropriate title for Monday when the gale force winds were blowing across the country. I was going to attempt to write something profound in my blog post today seeing as I’ve been a bit lazy with the whole random song a day thing but then I thought nah, I’d rather attempt another haiku. So here you go:

No sound but the wind

As night falls, she comes knocking
Whispers in the air:
Can you hear me, are you there?

Tuesday, 13 September 2011


Today's song is Awful, by Hole and this is a bit of stupid blog post because I'm really tired tonight and wanted to write something but my brain can't cope with anything too taxing...

So here's a list of things I think are awful:

Dark mornings


That new Haribos advert

Katie Price, Jordan, whatever the she devil calls herself these days

Ignorant people


Always joining the wrong queue (you know, when you join the shorter queue only to have the old biddy in front of you take half an hour to count out the exact change)

Nightmares that are so vivid they leave you in a daze for the rest of the day (thankfully don’t have that many nightmares)

Having to deal with overly loud/happy people first thing in the morning

Accidently eating a bit of the foil paper from a Kit Kat wrapper – eeee- this is the equivalent of someone scraping their nails down a blackboard for me

Eating a packet of fruit gums and only finding one blackcurrant one (and way too many yellows)

The fact Smarties no longer have the answer, due to them now tasting of ‘natural colouring’ with no mood enhancing E numbers

The fact I can no longer tape anything on TV because I don’t have one of those fancy box things

The way old people always moan about young people being rude then proceed to ram you in the heels with their trolleys

Monday, 12 September 2011

As Dust Dances 2/15ths

The random song posts are back as I was needing some inspiration to kick start my writing again and this seems to work for me. The song is by Biffy Clyro (who seem to come on a lot when I have my MP3 player on random)and below is my poem. It's been a while since I've written proper poetry, and it could be said I'm still not, seeing as this breaks rules with erratic rhyming and bad punctuation. It's quite a melancholy poem for which I blame the weather.

As Dust Dances 2/15ths

I predicted your last goodbye
like watching time unfold and knowing it will be told
You can hold the moment, lock it in a memory
but you know and I know that soon
it will become a trace, soon the clocks will erase
and it will change, and we will become dust.
The mirror with a lost reflection, distorting the next direction
You cannot be followed, I cannot trail it back
The pictures and the words never capture
everything that was true, everything that was you.