"The First Dream"
Billy Collins

The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning

as the others stood around the fire
draped in the skins of animals
talking to each other only in vowels,
for this was long before the invention of consonants.

He might have gone off by himself to sit
on a rock and look into the mist of a lake
as he tried to tell himself what had happened,
how he had gone somewhere without going,

how he had put his arms around the neck
of a beast that the others could touch
only after they had killed it with stones,
how he felt its breath on his bare neck.

Then again, the first dream could have come
to a woman, though she would behave,
I suppose, much the same way,
moving off by herself to be alone near water,

except that the curve of her young shoulders
and the tilt of her downcast head
would make her appear to be terribly alone,
and if you were there to notice this,

you might have gone down as the first person
to ever fall in love with the sadness of another.

"Milos"
Anis Mojgani

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BRITISH FASHION AWARDS 2009

The British Fashion Awards 2009 were held on Thursday December 9th, in the illustrious halls of the Royal Courts of Justice on the Strand...



Isn't this a fabulous venue for such a grand event in the British Fashion Industry calendar ? This great hall seats around 650 people and is often used for Awards ceremonies and other events of this type apparently...it's also very pretty when done out for a party like this, don't you think ?!! I must say, a little lighting goes a very long way...
The exterior of this historic building is equally imposing and grand, and resembles one of our more beautiful cathedrals:-



( Come and see who wore what ... )

Today was Good.
I loved it.
didnt get to go to forever21 interview but there are more important things
I Saw her again today, The tears came out today. no matter how small, i felt her pain, even if she didnt seem like it. Oh woman how i wish to help you.
But wishful thinking gets us nowhere.
im Going to do something about it.
You will be my friend. no matter how afraid of doing something like this and something ive never done i am.
God will find u.

to accomplish soon before the end of the year, forget Christmas Presents:

1.Learn More Worship Songs
2.Start to Take Action For His Glory, not mine.
3.Get A Job
4.Respect more People,
5.Start being a Living example.
6.Spread Crazy Love Everywhere
7.Make Someones Day


:)

lets get to it Ish

"To his lost lover"
Simon Armitage

Now they are no longer
any trouble to each other

he can turn things over, get down to that list
of things that never happened, all of the lost

unfinishable business.
For instance… for instance,

how he never clipped and kept her hair, or drew a hairbrush
through that style of hers, and never knew how not to blush

at the fall of her name in close company.
How they never slept like buried cutlery –

two spoons or forks cupped perfectly together,
or made the most of some heavy weather –

walked out into hard rain under sheet lightning,
or did the gears while the other was driving.

How he never raised his fingertips
to stop the segments of her lips

from breaking the news,
or tasted the fruit

or picked for himself the pear of her heart,
or lifted her hand to where his own heart

was a small, dark, terrified bird
in her grip. Where it hurt.

Or said the right thing,
or put it in writing.

And never fled the black mile back to his house
before midnight, or coaxed another button of her blouse,

the another,
or knew her

favourite colour,
her taste, her flavour,

and never ran a bath or held a towel for her,
or soft-soaped her, or whipped her hair

into an ice-cream cornet or a beehive
of lather, or acted out of turn, or misbehaved

when he might have, or worked a comb
where no comb had been, or walked back home

through a black mile hugging a punctured heart,
where it hurt, where it hurt, or helped her hand

to his butterfly heart
in its two blue halves.

And never almost cried,
and never once described

an attack of the heart,
or under a silk shirt

nursed in his hand her breast,
her left, like a tear of flesh

wept by the heart,
where it hurts,

or brushed with his thumb the nut of her nipple,
or drank intoxicating liquors from her navel.

Or christened the Pole Star in her name,
or shielded the mask of her face like a flame,

a pilot light,
or stayed the night,

or steered her back to that house of his,
or said “Don’t ask me how it is

I like you.
I just might do.”

How he never figured out a fireproof plan,
or unravelled her hand, as if her hand

were a solid ball
of silver foil

and discovered a lifeline hiding inside it,
and measured the trace of his own alongside it.

But said some things and never meant them –
sweet nothings anybody could have mentioned.

And left unsaid some things he should have spoken,
about the heart, where it hurt exactly, and how often.

"Sonnet 14"
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'—
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.

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Thank you very much to those who responded to my comment on the last entry. Your kindness and support mean a lot.

If I read a book [and] it makes my whole body so cold no fire ever can warm me I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. -Emily Dickinson

"Loneliness"
Rainer Maria Rilke

Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only leaving when heaven drops upon the city.

It rains down on us in those twittering hours
when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
disappointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise each other
have to sleep together in one bed -

that is when loneliness receives the rivers.

Translated by Robert Bly from the original German

"Einsamkeit"
Rainer Maria Rilke

Einsamkeit ist wie ein Regen.
Sie steigt vom Meer den Abenden entgegen;
von Ebenen, die fern sind und entlegen,
geht sie zum Himmel, der sie immer hat.
Und erst vom Himmel fällt sie auf die Stadt.

Regnet hernieder in den Zwitterstunden,
wenn sich nach Morgen wenden alle Gassen
und wenn die Leiber, welche nichts gefunden,
enttäuscht und traurig von einander lassen;
und wenn die Menschen, die einander hassen,
in einem Bett zusammen schlafen müssen:

dann geht die Einsamkeit mit den Flüssen...

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It's been so long since I've seen the ocean. I guess I should.

The in-between stage is the worst. The one between school and a job. I will be graduating soon and I have to find a job. I've had one for 4 years so it feels really odd to be back on the hunt again. This time, I'm truly scared of the uncertainty that lies ahead. I don't even know where I'm going to be and what I'll be doing next year. I've always had something, whether it was school or employment but pretty soon, I won't have either.

I hate that this world revolves around money. That we all need to generate income in order to survive. And that most of the time, you hate what you're doing to make money. I wish that we could all do whatever we wanted to do, what we truly loved instead of waiting until retirement to fulfill our dreams. The idealism in me never dies. I wish that we all had the luxury of time and money to try different things and decide on what we really want to do in life.

The older I get, the more I don't know what I want to do in life. I really am having a quarter life crisis. Where's my Easy button in life???

"White Towels"
Richard Jones

I have been studying the difference
between solitude and loneliness,
telling the story of my life
to the clean white towels taken warm from the dryer.
I carry them through the house
as though they were my children
asleep in my arms.

CHRISTMAS, is right around the corner.
and although its about the presents alot more then its about God, lets take a moment
and talk about this.

most people dont believe in Jesus Christ.
What dont they believe?
hmmm i dont know, maybe that He Existed.
or that He really is the Son of God.
or God for that matter.
but then it gets complicated cause you have to study to learn more about the interchangeable things of God.
I found a good straight up answer for Jesus Christ' existance.
why are we in the year 2009?
why 2009? the world didnt start 2009 years ago
basically what it comes down to, 2009 years ago Jesus Christ was born, and
if He didnt exist why would the whole world base the year timeline off this non-existant
....event.

hmm? God gives us a gift, whether we choose to recieve or reject it.
but if most people consider rejecting a gift bad manners and rude, why do we reject God's gift of salvation?
its a gift right?
thats basically what Christmas comes down to.
all the gifts and all. thats cool theyre great.
but we forget the Gift of God sending His Son, to save us from our sins,
the gift of redemption.
Thats the most important gift of all.
just thought id write that out.
ive had it on my mind for a while.

but if were gunna talk about presents well heres my list
although i know i wont get any of it:

-Guitar Case for my Sweet Ibanez guitar
-awesome comfy Guitar Strap
-Distortion Pedal
-Sweet Picks
-sweet guitar strings
-Heritage1981 (gift certificate/giftcard)
-Astro A40's with custom speaker tags
- Xbox 360 Controllers
-speakers for my Monitor and a female-female connection for them
-a new car!

thats all i can think of for now.

"NINE" WORLD PREMIERE :-
LEICESTER SQUARE, LONDON



This film sounds great - in fact, any film boasting the double whammy of such an illustrious cast, and being directed by the man who brought us the film adaptation of "Chicago" has to be something to write home about, don't you think ?!!

The World Premiere of this was held last Thursday, here in London, at our Odeon Cinema in Leicester Square...and there were quite a few celebrities who turned up for the evening to walk the red carpet and to be photographed and interviewed, and generally be seen...

( Come and see who was hot, and who was not... )

"The Abandoned Valley"
Jack Gilbert

Can you understand being alone so long
you would go out in the middle of the night
and put a bucket into the well
so you could feel something down there
tug at the other end of the rope?

---

Well, I'm definitely not alone; I'm not alone?

"Anticipating an Ianless Christmas"
Virginia Tamez

I sit in a room that is dark
(but not dark enough)
and is almost empty
(but then there's me)
and listen to noise from another room
(where people are happy)
and think about you.

I take off my glasses
(so my tears won't smear the lenses)
and hope someone goes looking for me
(but doesn't find me)
and realize that my hands are cold
(my mind was elsewhere)
and think about you.

I picture you sitting beside me
(would this box hold our weight?)
and chew a vanilla-flavored tootsie roll
(I can feel cavities forming)
and wonder if these scissors will cut skin
(hypothetically, of course)
and think about you.

I leave the room by myself
(your ghost is too shy to follow)
and tell everyone I'm okay
(well, the one person who asks)
and I give the best smile I can muster
(still trying not to think about you)
and think about you.

"Ozymandias"
Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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I have had very little background in poetry and merely post what I find interesting. This means that I rarely pay attention to symbolism or rhyme scheme and have no interest in poetry I do not immediately understand. I see the value of struggling to understand something, but I do not care to do that. This being said, I'm unaware of this, but apparently I've been posting a lot of poetry lately with the same tone/mood/irony. Does this selection break that tone/mood/irony?

As always, if you have a suggestion for me to post, please email me at exceptindreamsATgmailDOTcom. Thank you.

"SONIA RYKIEL FOR H & M"
LINGERIE LAUNCH PARTY...



This event was held last Tuesday evening at the Grand Palais in Paris, and what a spectacular show it was...an amazing extravaganza featuring a fully illuminated model of the Eiffel Tower, a lit up ferris wheel, a Carnival-like parade of floats with hundreds of models in skimpy lingerie and - er, lots of geese...

( Come and see... )

is beginning to bring me down.
just like it looks like its bringing you down.

i havent had you.
i havent really REALLY had you for about a week.
ive been alone.
ive been trying to see if youd come back.
although your there. you really arent mine.
and will you be?
i dont know.
i just feel completely miserable at the moment, and you dont make it better.

im so sick of you being sick of me.
thats all it is.

"The Aliens"
Charles Bukowski

you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction or
distress.
they dress well, eat
well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they have moments of
grief
but all in all
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy
death, usually in their
sleep.

you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.

but i am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them.
but they
are there

and I am
here

FREAK OF THE WEEK !!

This week, the British High St. retailer H & M launched their new lingerie range designed by fashion designer Sonia Rykiel on an unsuspecting Public, and they held a great big Launch Party to celebrate that fact...hurrah, we love a good party !!

There were an awful lot of very stylish guests there of course, who I may well natter about in another post...but one guest in particular caught my eye - not only caught it but managed to tossed it up in the air several times and throw it back with a disdainful laugh, that I should be so unstylish as to be gobsmacked at what she was wearing to this exciting event !!

( Come and see who raised the biggest titter... )

"The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing"
Larry Levis

But you were young, and you had
Plenty of time:
Going west,

You slept on the train and did not smile.
Under you the plains widened, turned silver.

You slept with your mouth open.

You were nothing,
You were snow falling through the ribs
Of the dead.

You were all I had

"Their Sex Life"
A.R. Ammons

One failure on
top of another.