For Miss Jean Louise

But why had he entrusted us with his deepest secret? I asked him why. "Because you're children and you can understand it," he said. - To Kill A Mockingbird, Chapter 20

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Oh, the rapture of ripping open a parcel of books you had forgotten you’d ordered. Can’t wait to unfurl the pages and pages of inspiration that lay before me…

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From one unsimple heart to another

As You Crave Soul but find flesh till flesh almost seems sufficient when the as-yet-unwritten poem within you demands existence all you can offer it are words. Words are flesh. Words are flesh craving to become idea, idea dreaming it has found, this time, a body obdurate as stone. To carve the body of the world and out of flesh make flesh obdurate as stone. Looking down into the casket-crib of your love, embittered by soul you crave to become stone. You mourn not what is not, but what never could have been. What could not ever find a body Because what you wanted, he wanted but did not want. Ordinary divided unsimple heart. - Frank Bidart, As You Crave Soul

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I don't look like that, do I?

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I love dream logic and I like to daydream. I think daydreaming is something that people enjoy, but we don’t have much time for it in the modern world. To sit in a chair and daydream… I get a lot of ideas that way. So I think it’s important to walk around, or sit in a chair and just let your mind go out and see what you can catch.

Auteur and artist David Lynch

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This little ditty has been rattling around in my head for a while now. Super cute clip too!

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That awkward moment when you accidentally drop your mobile phone on your face while lying in bed.

Said (hopefully) at least one other late-night text message sender

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Another chapter

As a wide-eyed, gap-toothed child, I was always neat and careful in my colouring-in books, never straying far from the lines. A few years later (and then one or two more working as a journalist), I yearn to try my hand at writing outside the confines of the “inverted pyramid”. I’ve had a Tumblr account before, but even then I mostly just shared other people’s work. Now it’s my turn to create. Every week I will endeavour to contribute something new, something fresh, something different. I can’t promise that my musings will be polished or even profound. But you have to promise not to judge too harshly.

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For Miss Jean Louise

I dedicate this wee weblog of sorts to my literary heroine, Miss Jean Louise “Scout” Finch. May I Iive my life with more of your “fists up”gusto. But may I also know when to put them down.