Lucky Alice

April 19, 2020

Alice, lucky at cards and unlucky at cats.
You’re a warning. You’re every girl stuck inside
a glass, unable to break free. They can shrink you
with a pill and swell you with a cake, they can break
your kneecaps with a croquet mallet and still they’ll tell
you to run run run. End up walking on eggshells.
Trust no white knight. You’re more than a talking flower,
more than a pawn or a pauper. Alice, please find
the courage to fling the whole game back in their faces,
to stand up and swing your arms wide and tear off
your apron. Tell them you’ll not be tethered, bear
your teeth and rage, your blonde hair flying a white flag.

Jeannine Hall Gailey

Remember –

April 19, 2020

Stay home and keep safe…


April 19, 2020

…do actually exist, despite what you may think, they’re just different.

Dwarfs spend a lot of time in the dark, being polite and quiet, eating moderately [because there’s a limit to what you can carry in a mine shaft] and not drinking. This is because a drunkard blundering around in a narrow dark space full of pit props does not make friends easily.

However, this way of life is not a natural way to behave and so, when they get together socially, dwarfs tend to let their beards down.

Humans aren’t often invited to share their lives, but you may be invited to a dwarf banquet. Do not wear your best clothes. Something lightweight is advisable, since the heat is usually intense.

Expect to be served meat on the bone, with no cutlery on other than a very sharp knife. The correct way to consume your food is to cram as much as possible into your mouth. That’s it, really. Meat bones are hurled away from you with force, and it is considered good manners, or at least very amusing, to hit another diner.

Do not look for a vegetarian option.

Beer is the only drink served at dwarf banquets. The correct method of drinking is the ‘quaff’, whereby the beer is propelled towards the mouth from horn or mug held some inches away. Do not worry if you miss, because it is bound to hit someone else, who will be grateful for it.

A proper banquet has only three courses:

1 The bread and meat
2 Carousing
3 Fighting

Terry Pratchett and Stephen Briggs
Nanny Ogg’s Cookbook

we won’t let go

April 19, 2020

Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.

Sue Grafton
A is for ALibi

It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing experience of longing, a restlessness sometimes, but not inevitably, played out romantically, or sexually. Always there seems something ahead, the next poem or story, visible, at least, apprehensible, but unreachable. To perceive it at all is to be haunted by it; some sound, some tone, becomes a torment — the poem embodying that sound seems to exist somewhere already finished. It’s like a lighthouse, except that, as one swims towards it, it backs away.

Louise Glück
Proofs & Theories: Essays on Poetry

Don’t get carried away

April 19, 2020

“Swallow it,” Jay said. Her fingers were in my mouth, thick with the juice from between her legs. She was leaning forward, her full weight pressing me down. I swallowed, sucked between each knuckle, and swallowed again. Her other hand worked between us, pinching me but forcing the thick cream out of my cunt. She brought it up and pushed it into my mouth, took the hand I’d cleaned and smeared it again with her own musky gravy.

Dorothy Allison
A Lesbian Appetite