Ramble ramble ramble

Writing in the small hours of the night one ponders all sorts of weird and wonderful things, from Ginzberg to Daltry to my own writing style. The insights into particularly the last are, as you might imagine, the most interesting for me. Having just finished an arts degree I have spent quite a lot of the last four years writing essays of one kind of another, although it must be said, not as much time as I ought to have done. What really interests me about the difference between now and then is that now it becomes clear how rambling my writing style really is. This only dawns on me now, when I am actually writing something because I want to, rather than because I have to. Poor timing I realise.

For example, in my previous post I started writing about the inevitable bias in the fashion and clothing retail world. While beginning the post in a relatively coherent style, I'm fairly sure I went off on a tangent pretty quickly. So, to correct that, I would like to say, for the record, my point arose as a result of attempting to find out more about who had done the wardrobe for the men in the film that I discussed at some length later in the post; The Brothers Bloom. I looked high and low for said information, finding virtually nothing, but finding an enormous amount on Rachel Weisz entire wardrobe. Frustrating, as you might imagine.

I have, I believe, just demonstrated my point fairly concisely.

Having cleared that up, I shall push on to newer, more exciting things. I do, once in a while, get the urge to do something ridiculous like write a poem. It's not so much an urge to, but rather something more organic, pretentious as it sounds.

I saw the love of my life,
arriving sylph like and pure
on some ersatz feeling
that none of us really knows.
It became a lurid, palid thing,
before leaving,
returning to its prior state.

God knows what that was, but it needed venting.

This is what writing when I should really be sleeping does to me. Anyway, something to make this worthwhile you reading, assuming you have stuck with it this far; I had a fantastic meal today at a local gastro-pub. Venison, rabbit and pheasant stew with celeriac mash, herb dumplings and red cabbage, followed by an incredible apple and cinnamon crumble with vanilla ice cream. If that doesn't get you salivating, I don't know what will. (One of these days if you are really, really lucky I'll cook it for you!)

More seriously, those of you who are, like me, suckers for all things southern rock i.e. Lynyrd Skynyrd, have a listen to The Marshall Tucker Band. The flute intro from this song has been stuck in my head all day : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUL68ZeclcA&feature=related and if that isn't enough to make you sit up and take notice, know that they were regular touring partners of Lynyrd Skynyrd and deserve a lot more recognition than they have received.

Joe