Miscellanea

#225 - Osip Mandelstam

After midnight the heart picks the locked silence
right out of your hands. Then it may remain
quiet, or it may raise the roof.
Like it or not, it's the only one of its kind.

Like it or not, you may know it but you'll never catch it,
so why shiver, now, like a thrown-out child?
After midnight the heart has its banquet,
gnawing on a silvery mouse.
Moscow. March 1931

Currently I'm reading Neil Gaiman's American Gods. It's a hefty book- because this is the full, unabridged text- but I'm enjoying it immensely so far (although so far is a pitiful chapter three... ) it's intriguingly and intricately written (just what I would expect), and I can't wait to get deeper in.

So, that's all I really have to say... over and out! :D

Happy Blogging,

Lots of Love

Little Newman

xxx

Tomorrow is my last day of college, forever. I am dressing up as Captain Jack Sparrow, Wench.

This is my outfit.

Happy cosplaying!

And happy blogging

Lots of Love,

Little Newman

xxx

Anna and I made this cake today, one of four. Cake Wednesday, is it's new name.

This one is for our history class, as our course is International Relations from 1945-2004. On the left hand side is the communist Sickle and Hammer, on the right, the American Stars 'n' Stripes. Down the middle is the Berlin Wall with black iced barbed wire and a Checkpoint Charlie made of butterscotch.

Can't look at cake for another week...

Titus Groan

I am reading Titus Groan, still, painfully.

It really does hurt, the insane ugly beauty of it all, and the slowly unfolding plot that tantalises, and teases and offers small glimpses of the horror that is to come.

I shall soldier on, however.

Lots of Love

Little Newman

Good morning from Pippi Longstocking.

Purchases of today :)

The first is a skirt from Primark that I got for £12 :) I'm in love with it already!!

The second is The Hour of Bewilderbeast by Badly Drawn Boy.

I was dithering like a madwoman, trying to choose which CD to buy- there were THREE in Oxfam. But yeah, I settled on this one in the end :D

Very happy with today :)) STEAL!

Happy blogging :D

Lots of love <3

Little Newman

xxx

Bonjour!

You have been sorely neglected by me once again, dearest blog, for which I am intensely sorry TT__TT I have no excuse.

On other notes, however...

This week, I've been to see Cabin Pressure be recorded un... deux... TROIS times. Stalker much...

I'd never listened to it before, so I didn't know what to expect. I got particularly anxious when we were queuing, and there were many -erm- elderly people hanging around. I was, therefore, pleasantly surprised when I found it to be actually really very funny. Not to mention that I fell in love with pretty much the entire cast...

This picture is taken from Monday (before the heavens opened and I got drenched right through to my bones...)

The shirt I found in my mothers bedroom. It was my aunt's, apparently. beautiful cream silk from Wallis. The skirt and shoes, by contrast, are last year's from Primark :') The headscarf is one of my mothers from an age ago. I'll not lie, I felt very pretty and summery.

However, when it rained, i just felt cold and see though...

This book is what I'm currently focusing most of my attention on reading. I've been reading it for a fair while now- over a month, but I'm not very far in... that'll be the A2s kicking my arse. But from what I've read of it so far it's awesome.

So, I urge you all to read it. Also being read (or purporting to be read) by myself is Samson Agonistes by Milton.

I opened it, fearing that it would be like trying to read Chaucer, but again, pleasantly surprised. I'm actually enjoying it (or what I've read of it.)

I also need to finish reading Anna Karenina before the film is made! I'm very excited for the film, although as a general rule I am not in agreement with film adaptations of books as they don't follow the story line closely enough. But this is different, due (almost solely, I'll own) to the absolutely gorgeous cast.

Gorgeous.

So, this has been a post my dears.

Thank you for reading through my ramblings about clothes and literature.

Joyeuse Paques!!!

Happy Blogging

Lots of Love

Little Newman

xxx

Also, although it was a while ago,

I met Benedict Cumberbatch last month after seeing him play Frankenstein's Creature for the second time ^^

Thanks to my chicas who bought me tickets for my birthday. The show was brilliant.

Hola Amigos!

Bongiorno!

Actually that should be Bene Notte, or something, right? Because it's currently 20.46...
I don't know why I don't stick to French, the language I'm learning. Or, better yet, English. The language I'm at least meant to know.

D'accord, I'm posting to tell you about my friend's blog, peaceful anarchism. It's about, believe it or not, peaceful anarchism. He's just started it now, and has his first post up. I recommend it to you all, whether you believe in anarchy or not. It's very good :) and my standards are pretty high currently.

So, January's been a bit of a rubbish month, true to form. For a week or two I was bloody upset and then for the last week, I'd been doing coursework for Lit, which was a true killer. Srsly, I was exhausted.
I'm hoping February will be better but I doubt it. History coursework deadline is loooming and I started it off badly. So, just as our good friend Boris Pasternack wrote:
Fevrale! Dostat chernil y plakat!
Pisat o Fevrale navzryd
Poka grahochu schuya slykot
Vesnaryu charnoyu garit.

Or, for those who are to lazy to trawl the Regina Spektor fan forums for translations (apparently the only places where translations exist), that is:
February! Pick up your pen and weeping
Of February' in sobs and inks
Wrrite poems, while the slush in thunder
Is burning in the black of spring.

Apparently, it doesn't translate well. But you get the overall feeling of the poem, which is that february is not such a good month in which to be alive. Then again, who knows which calendar Pasternack was writing to. I have so much respect for Russian poets.
However, I'm going to see Frankenstein TWICE which I'm ecstatic about :) The Miserable Rich are returning to little old London town in the spring =3 soooooo happy.

Ugh, I'm so exhausted all the time, I'm not really sure what's going on with me. I want to read and write but I can't very well. I'm reading my lit books though, which is a first.

Happy Blogging
Love you all
Little Newman
xxx