and soon, my friend, we shall have no time for dances.

I don't ever write in this anymore. Sometimes I miss it and think I ought to start it up again, but when do I ever have the time? And what on earth do I have to say for myself? (Of course, a more pertinent thing to wonder might be what I ever had; the importance I placed upon the process of saying it used to be impetus enough, but isn't now. I wonder why that is.)

Still. I read this today, sort of by accident in a quiet, dusty, secret little room and I wanted to keep it somewhere because I thought it was just lovely. I'm not sure why, exactly, I found it so lovely, but perhaps if I put it here and don't lose it, I shall come back to it at some point in the future and puzzle that out. Oh Larkin. You're so bloody depressing but you make me so happy!

This was your place of birth, this daytime palace,

This miracle of glass, whose every hall

The light as music fills, and on your face

Shines petal-soft; sunbeams are prodigal

To show you pausing at a picture’s edge

To puzzle out a name, or with a hand

Resting a second on a random page –

The clouds cast moving shadows on the land.

Are you prepared for what the night will bring?

The stranger who will never show his face

But asks admittance; will you greet your doom

As final; set him loaves and wine; knowing

The game is finished when he plays his ace,

And overturn the table and go into the next room?

                                        - II, from The North Ship by Philip Larkin.

I've been reading a lot of Yeats today so maybe I should have posted some Yeats. I'm afraid that I do like him, but I just don't LOVE him in the same way I love Larkin and Siken and my other favourite poets; maybe some people just speak to you and some people you can, you know, appreciate, without being incredibly moved by. Maybe that's why poetry is cool.

and stir the dust underneath the thrust of my clicking heels.

I miss this blog. Perhaps I'll try to get it going again over the summer. That might be nice, mightn't it?


That the Science of Cartography Is Limited

--and not simply by the fact that this shading of
   forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam,
   the gloom of cypresses
   is what I wish to prove.

   When you and I were first in love we drove
   to the borders of Connacht
   and entered a wood there.

   Look down you said: this was once a famine road.

   I looked down at ivy and the scutch grass
   rough-cast stone had
   disappeared into as you told me
   in the second winter of their ordeal, in

   1847, when the crop had failed twice,
   Relief Committees gave
   the starving Irish such roads to build.

   Where they died, there the road ended

   and ends still and when I take down
   the map of this island, it is never so
   I can say here is
   the masterful, the apt rendering of

   the spherical as flat, nor
   an ingenious design which persuades a curve
   into a plane,
   but to tell myself again that
   the line which says woodland and cries hunger
   and gives out among sweet pine and cypress,
   and finds no horizon

   will not be there.

.                     -- by Eavan Boland.

a week in the life of the lady lozopus: day seven

ALL DONE. Today marked the end of the last weekend before we all go home for easter, so we decided to celebrate/commiserate with a day of deeply wholesome activities. We baked a pie, went for a meal, played some cards and then ate the pie with custard and felt deeply smug. Victories all round I reckon.

Sunday, 21st March.


17.24; Tom Makes A Very Low-Effort Apple Pie


17.52; Pippa Working Pastry Magic


18.12; An Arm Wrestle To Prove Who Is Stronger


18.54; Serious Apple Production Occurs


19.35; Daina And I Create This Creepy Wee Man Out Of The Remaining Pastry


20.03; ...Dreadful Things Happen To Him


20.11; Our Amazing Fucking Pie


21.00; Lovely Meal Out While We Wait For It To Cool Down

The seventh day of my week in the life business is over, so now I shall go back to posting only every once in a blue moon. Hooray possibly?

a week in the life of the lady lozopus: day six

Today I basically did nothing more exciting than see my housemate's show, because I am super knackered and injured and ever so slightly unwell. SEXY SQUEAKY VOICE yes that's right! Also, the show was really good & I was retardedly proud of said housemate, despite obviously not having been directly involved in any way. Also I tried a Daim Milka today. amazing. It's the simple things in life.

Saturday, 20th March.


14.45; As Of Last Night, Pretty Much All My Flat Shoes Have Fallen Apart


15.05; Spoils Of The Shop


15.28; Solidify, Egg, So I May Consume You


17.13; Attempting To Find The Best Ever Recipe For Apple Pie


18.22; Removed Lenses From My "Up 3D" Glasses To Create Hipster Specs


18.30; They Are Passed Around To Drive Daina Mental (Daina Hates Hipsters)


20.56; Shifty In The Interval


22.57; Depressed About The State Of The Kitchen

a week in the life of the lady lozopus: day five

I HAVE LOST MY VOICE. It's pretty much entirely my own fault but very irritating nonetheless. I shouted very loudly at a very shouty/amazing gig, then shouted over lots of music in some loud bars, then sat up talking until half four even though it was already painful to speak. So, top marks to me essentially! UGH.

Friday, 19th March.


11.00am; Bye Bed I Love You


17.40pm; Getting Ready To Go Out


21.00-ish; Support Act Rips Off T-Shirt Etcetera To Reveal Evel Knievel Jumpsuit


21.05-ish; ...Then Leaps A Member Of The Audience


About 21.30pm; The Stage Is Set


21.50-ish; Dan le Sac Needs A Biscuit Before He Will Sing


22.15-ish; Scroobius Pip Has "A Fucking Side Parting"


04.19am; Too Tired To Find A Glass So I'll Just Drink From This Jug

a week in the life of the lady lozopus: day four

This one is late, i.e. it's now Saturday and all the photos are from Friday, but by the time I got back to my room at half three this morning I was just like ughhhhh sleep please. Ended up seeing a Beatles tribute act in the cavern with flatmate/halls friends, which was mad and surreal and far, far more fun than it had any right to be. oh yes.


9.53; Dan Le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip Ease My 10am Lecture Pain


15.32; Eating Some Lunch, Listening to Ben Goldacre Talk About Rentokil


19.01; Red Onion Puff Pastry Tarts And Roast Potatoes, Victoryyy


21.24; Rehearsing Again, Roisin Looks Coy With A Ladle


23.10; Briefly Home To Dump Stuff & It's Time For Some Pro Plus


00.39; Somehow End Up In The Cavern Watching The Mersey Beatles


01.25; You Know You Twist So Fine


01.52; Pile-On In The Street I Don't Even Know

Off to see Dan le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip tonight. Exciting!

a week in the life of the lady lozopus: day three

Today was a very odd day, but lots of fun. I went to see the drama soc production of A Doll's House because my plans to see a magician went awry; I tackled student finance; I got to know some castmates; my kitchen was overtaken by drunken and insane med students from my flatmate's Footloose production. Hmm.

Wednesday, 17th March:


10.24; Blow-Drying


13.07; Sunny Day, Flowers, Lads Playing Football on the Green


14.44; Curse You, Student Finance, I Am Your Master


15.35; That'll Be Our Evening Plans Scuppered, Then


16.22; Vague Attempts to Read Henry IV Followed Swiftly By Accidental Nap


18.58; Straight From The Pan Yeah That's Right


20.30; Attempts To Photograph The Stage Failed, So Here Is My Blurry Ticket Stub Instead


00.23; Camera Comandeered By Hilarious Drunk Housemate

I wish I was going to get more than about six hours sleep tonight. sigh.

a week in the life of the lady lozopus: day two

I'm back again! Slightly more exciting day today; I had rehearsals, so there are actually pictures from bits of the day after the sun had set. Yeahhh rock and rolllll

Tuesday, 16th March:


9.34; Awake But Not Happy About It


10.42; Blurry, Pre-Tutorial Photo of My Unexciting Haircut (Finally)


11.59; My Shadow & I Are Home For Lunch


14.08; Tea, Cake, Vonnegut


20.38; Time To Rehearse/Alex Puzzled By Absence of Eggs


22.05; Let's Run Part Two Again


22.50; Post-Rehearsals Drinks in Guild

a week in the life of the lady lozopus: day one

I've been crazily busy lately and massively neglected this little blog of mine. Monday Words died a death because I just didn't know why I was doing it, there didn't seem to be any point; I felt like it had started out with some kind of logic behind it and then, I don't know, I just forgot what that logic was.

Anyway, but I've decided that this week, I'm going to do a little blogging exercise I did about a year ago (elsewhere, obviously, as this place didn't exist then) called 'a week in the life'. It's fun, good for posterity and nice to look back on, and it gives me an excuse to take lots of photographs - plus, this blog was originally supposed to be about university, and at the very least I shall come out of this with a fairly good representation of my first year. Right? Right.


A Week In The Life
Aim of the Game: For one week, you are to post photographs taken during the day.

Rules:
1. You must take between 6 and 8 new photographs per day.
2. Your WITL must be consecutive. No skipping days.
3. You must post your photographs at the end of that day, sometime after the last picture is taken.
4. Each photograph must have the time taken beneath and a title, with no other explanation.

You must post these rules at your first entry, then link back to it for the other six days so that people will know wtf you're doing.



Monday, 15th March:


11.33am; Surprisingly Un-Disgusting Kitchen Today


12.05am; Toast, New Historicist Criticism, Bucket of Tea


13.43pm; Off To Get My Hair Cut


14.53pm; Liver Building Visible in the Distance


15.50; Swiss Roll Not So Much Eaten As Attacked


17.06; It's Library O'Clock


19.48; Dinner With Flatmates (My Gnocchi Not Pictured)