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i like my swirly writing AND my bold rainbow effect... i'm just not sure they are great TOGETHER. ah well. that's the great thing about doing this EVERY DAY, there is always another shot tomorrow!!!
From Zaner-Bloser publication, The Penman-Artist and Business Educator", vol. 26 (1900). www.archive.org/stream/penmanartistbusi68zane#page/n4/mod...
"The Smiths are the worlds greatest group."
A bold proclamation!
And arguably correct. Maybe not at that moment, but they would soon claim that crown. Who else was there? U2 had sold their soul for the yankee dollar, REM still hadn't got out of the States, Echo and the Bunnymen were beginning to fray at the edges and Simple Minds were becomming bloated.
Signed reverse of ticket stub by Morrissey of The Smiths. The poor hand writing was because he signed it standing up.
This was from the SFX, Dublin, first of two nights that they would play on their debut album tour (not their first Irish gig - I was at that in Trinity College 9 December 1983), Friday, 18 May 1984. Number 036, costing £6.00. That's the basic facts out of the way. They were touring a slightly underwhelming debut album (I was bitterly disappointed when it came out, having championed them previosly), albeit with some earthshatering singles and hidden away was some deep and meaningful melacholic tunes.
But they were relaxed and beginning to get on top of their game.. Yada, yada... it was obvious that they were destined for greatness. Shortly after, in fact less than a month, they went into the studio and recorded How Soon Is Now and became the default cool teenage idol group. Met up with them afterwards, backstage where they were very relaxed and open. I reckon this was their happiest time, they were on the up and there was no financial or inter-band squabbles.
See what the Johnny Marr wrote on my other ticket stub.
Setlist:
1. Hand In Glove
2. Sill Ill
3. This Charming Man
4. This Night Has Opened My Eyes
5. Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
6. Miserable Lie
7. I Don't Owe You Anything
8. Barbarism Begins At Home
9. Reel Around The Fountain
10 What Difference Does It Make?
Encore:
11 These Things Take Time
12.Hand In Glove
13.You've Got Everything Now
14.Handsome Devil
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First draft of a piece I wrote as part of the April writing challenge on Creative Nonfiction Writing Forums. The final text is also available at Silver Bullets.
i can't make it stop..
repeat, repeat,
the cycle never ends..
i'm so sick, i'm making me sick..
there's been something else talking in my ear..
someone save me.
oh God, my hands are shaking again..
ghostbones, free texture. thank you.
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Stazione metropolitana Spagna - Roma
Spagna è il nome di una stazione della Linea A della metropolitana di Roma situata nel rione Campo Marzio, inaugurata nel 1980. Si tratta di una stazione sotterranea.
Prende il nome dalla vicina Piazza di Spagna: l'uscita della stazione è su vicolo del Bottino che sbocca dopo pochi metri sulla piazza, alla sinistra della scalinata di Trinità dei Monti. Un'altra uscita, collegata tramite una serie di marciapiedi mobili, si trova nelle vicinanze di Porta Pinciana, ad un'estremità di Via Veneto ed accanto ad un ingresso di Villa Borghese. (Fonte: it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spagna_(metropolitana_di_Roma))
a strange habit I have, writing poetry and lyrics on my the bottom of my foot. I guess that it could be said that my soul bleeds through my soles.
(lyrics by Dexter Holland)
Explore: July 9, 2006
I made this ceramic plate for my Dad, whose been a blood donor for most of his life. One act of kindness can save a life.
A small piece that I hand-lettered for my daughter, who loves to bake bread. The original is now in a frame, hanging on her kitchen wall in Manchester, UK.
This beautiful Indiginous boy was practicing his writing skills in the sand of Galibi beaches in the north eastern most point of Surinam - showing off to his father.
I have struggled with understanding, especially in the last couple years since I received my promotion. I struggle more so not in my understanding of things or of others, but in getting others to understand me and my world. It’s hard to explain why I work the hours I do and to get others to understand why yes, it is very difficult in my day to find time just to go to the bathroom or find a minute to eat something. One of my supervisors asked me the other day, “Do you eat? I never see you eat.” I just smiled on the outside and said “Of course I eat, can’t you tell??” but when the laugh faded, inside I was crumbling…
Sure, there’s the psychological side that says “Maybe that’s the way I want my life to be. I built my life to be this way on purpose for _______ reason….”, but I don’t quite buy that. No- correction: I don’t buy that whatsoever.
I wish I had a better means to bring understanding of my world and of my mind to those close to me: what I am going through, what my world is like, what millions of thoughts race through my mind. I wish I had the time to explain, be transparent, and be understood. But I have the feeling I will be chasing that elusive understanding for some time…
Theme: Musings And Ramblings
Year Six Of My 365 Project