Friday, 30 April 2010

And as for yourself, what do you know?
That you stirred prehistory in your lover?
What passion was it welled from the long-dead
in him? What women were there who hated you?
What men of darkness did you rouse in young veins?
What dead children reached their arms to you?
O, gently, gently then! Let him watch you
at some steady, everyday task - lovingly, lead him
close up to the garden, give him whatever might
outweigh the nights...
Hold him back...

Rainer Maria Rilke, Elegy III - Duino Elegies

Tuesday, 13 April 2010

Whoops hey I did it again.

News from here - I was discharged onto the GP, as I had been wangling or angling for from the fucking shrinks. Therefore I am sane. Oh - in remission. Fuck them all the dirty bastards. That man with the thick glasses and thick rubber sewer gloves who coaxed that discharge from me all over my somewhat disgruntled GP was certainly a dirty git. Killed the rest of the blog (again). Take care, new start, etc,

You all know you can find me if you want to. And a big thanks to everyone who has helped over the last couple of years. Maybe I can start to write interesting posts now.