...(even rain on the leaves
of sugar maples), and why there is
even now so much more to come.
-Jack Gilbert
of sugar maples), and why there is
even now so much more to come.
-Jack Gilbert
2010 is nearly upon us, darlings! And what is inspiring you to fill the new year up with it??
I want to...
...To end every day feeling like this:
I want to be inspired by the places I live in. I'm so lucky to live so close to London - there's something magical about it! I can't wait to spend tomorrow night in Camden with The Boy, at a big New Year's Eve party one day early!
...And I'm excited by all the places where I don't live that I have yet to go, too...
(I want to wake at the wheel still driving
somehow changed, want you there beside me
as the road unwires like a heartline, lilting
and we near another elsewhere
want you there at the wheel, at the wheel
I still believe
for as long as it turns
I can clutch the sun I can steer and
brake time to a hold — )
These times I still believe in every poem the road gave me
-Steven Heighton
I'm still inspired by the quest for the ever-more-perfect hot chocolate...
I will dress up much more...
I will read more beautiful books for escapism, and read more for my essays, too!
I will fight for things like this...
Get your hands off my brother
I don't care if his name is Stephen or Daniel
or James or Billy or even if I don't know his name at all.
They are all my brothers and you have no right
no right at all, to attack any one of them.
What is it about love that makes you so scared and angry?
You fear what you don't understand
but how could a gay man earn such a beating?
You think you are mighty because
you are 18, ineloquent and full of rage
standing over a man with blood pouring from his nose.
Where in the world did you get the idea
that murdering a man will make your life any better?
These men are all my brothers because
they were the ones who came
to pick me up from a phone booth
after I got thrown out of a car.
They rubbed my shoulders in taxis when I was tired
and bought me a drink when I didn't have the money.
They went with me to Audrey Hepburn films
and taught me the meaning of words like 'fierce' and 'worthy.'
They made me understand that life should be about
things that are wonderful, things that are beautiful.
These are the men with whom I have the most in common
and they taught me more than Cosmo ever did.
They drank cup after cup of tea with me
when I was unraveling and reeling from being dumped for no reason.
They taught me that love is love
and who should be the one to judge?
We used to say that if I was a gay man
or they were straight
that we would be lovers.
But in many ways,
they have been more loving to me
than the men I loved.
When my courage failed
they showed me the power
of a good Billie Holiday tune.
They told me to do what I believed in,
that a glass of wine can fix almost anything,
that the music you listen to
is the soundtrack to your life,
that $1.25 and a sense of style
will take you anywhere in this city.
They said Everyone is a star
and everyone shines
it just may be that yours
is a little different than mine.
They taught me that everyone wants
someone to come home to,
someone to look after,
that everyone adores a tender touch,
that everyone needs someone to hold them
and say shh when they cry,
that everyone likes to talk and laugh
and cook and watch TV and kiss.
They taught me that being a loving person
means sometimes getting your heart broken.
Whether by violence or virus
I've lost some of my guardian angels.
Patrick was killed in Boston
and I never had the chance to say thank you.
Lee died in New York
and I never had the chance to say goodbye.
Peter didn't want me to see him sick
so I didn't know until after he'd gone.
I hated him for that.
I loved him for that.
I made them promise they'd be at my wedding
and they made me promise that there would be
balloons at their funerals.
And I did because they taught me
how important promises are.
But it's not his time now
and I will not let you take him from me,
so get your hands off my brother.
(You have no right, no right in the world,
to drive through the city
breaking the wings off angels.)
He may be face down on the pavement but I'm not
and I will fight you to save his life
because every day
in so many ways
he saved mine.
-Nicole Blackman
I don't care if his name is Stephen or Daniel
or James or Billy or even if I don't know his name at all.
They are all my brothers and you have no right
no right at all, to attack any one of them.
What is it about love that makes you so scared and angry?
You fear what you don't understand
but how could a gay man earn such a beating?
You think you are mighty because
you are 18, ineloquent and full of rage
standing over a man with blood pouring from his nose.
Where in the world did you get the idea
that murdering a man will make your life any better?
These men are all my brothers because
they were the ones who came
to pick me up from a phone booth
after I got thrown out of a car.
They rubbed my shoulders in taxis when I was tired
and bought me a drink when I didn't have the money.
They went with me to Audrey Hepburn films
and taught me the meaning of words like 'fierce' and 'worthy.'
They made me understand that life should be about
things that are wonderful, things that are beautiful.
These are the men with whom I have the most in common
and they taught me more than Cosmo ever did.
They drank cup after cup of tea with me
when I was unraveling and reeling from being dumped for no reason.
They taught me that love is love
and who should be the one to judge?
We used to say that if I was a gay man
or they were straight
that we would be lovers.
But in many ways,
they have been more loving to me
than the men I loved.
When my courage failed
they showed me the power
of a good Billie Holiday tune.
They told me to do what I believed in,
that a glass of wine can fix almost anything,
that the music you listen to
is the soundtrack to your life,
that $1.25 and a sense of style
will take you anywhere in this city.
They said Everyone is a star
and everyone shines
it just may be that yours
is a little different than mine.
They taught me that everyone wants
someone to come home to,
someone to look after,
that everyone adores a tender touch,
that everyone needs someone to hold them
and say shh when they cry,
that everyone likes to talk and laugh
and cook and watch TV and kiss.
They taught me that being a loving person
means sometimes getting your heart broken.
Whether by violence or virus
I've lost some of my guardian angels.
Patrick was killed in Boston
and I never had the chance to say thank you.
Lee died in New York
and I never had the chance to say goodbye.
Peter didn't want me to see him sick
so I didn't know until after he'd gone.
I hated him for that.
I loved him for that.
I made them promise they'd be at my wedding
and they made me promise that there would be
balloons at their funerals.
And I did because they taught me
how important promises are.
But it's not his time now
and I will not let you take him from me,
so get your hands off my brother.
(You have no right, no right in the world,
to drive through the city
breaking the wings off angels.)
He may be face down on the pavement but I'm not
and I will fight you to save his life
because every day
in so many ways
he saved mine.
-Nicole Blackman
I still won't stop dreaming of Narnia...
[Need more inspiration? Try Lula magazine's scrapbook, The Drifter and The Gypsy's 9 Things I Liked series, or a daily dose of Marilyn Monroe...]
And always remember...
"Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.”
-Eugene O'Neill
-Eugene O'Neill
[But I will keep searching.]
And, best of all, I will be inspired by being in love and in Cambridge!:-
[Need more inspiration? Try Lula magazine's scrapbook, The Drifter and The Gypsy's 9 Things I Liked series, or a daily dose of Marilyn Monroe...]
And always remember...
I hope you have a magical New Year.
Love, fireworks and Auld Lang Syne xx
