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a waste of a perfectly good life

a life sits in front of CSI for the fourth time in just a week.

this is perfectly good life. we've seen her before. travelling, taking pictures, laughing with friends, making plans, succeeding in her career. we've seen her crying and feeling sorry for herself, but not that often.

(pause as perfectly good life gets absorbed in CSI.)

so, here is perfectly good life, wasting away in front of the telly. being sold cleaning products she won't use. told about property prices she doesn't care about. watching americans being righteous. typing even though, perfectly good as she is, she knows this is bad behaviour.

(pause as perfectly good considers waiting until the ad break to finish this post. she ploughs on.)

and some have told her not to waste herself like this. and perfectly good life always smiled and shrugged. and so. smile and shrug, for old time sakes'.

(ad break. typing goes on, unabated.)

now, perfectly good life is neither as perfect nor as good as her name suggests. and it was probably perfectly wasted even before CSI appeared, with a vengeance, on the monotonous channel five. in any case, perfectly good life is getting all sorts of stupid notions in her head, and, frankly, watching CSI is probably way more productive and way less wasteful than following trains of thought such as...

(CSI starts again. soon the corpses will start getting autopsied)

god. anyway. perfectly good life is slightly old and battered these days, but no doubt she'll be restored to full functioning shiny perfection one day. and maybe then she'll stop watching CSI. although most likely, she won't.

(here, they found the missing DNA-fingerprint-saliva-stained-millenial-insect-only-found-in-baja-california-smeared-glass-stuck-inside-vic's-dental-cavities. phew.)

dawn, after a long time

beautiful music coming from the next door garden. i've just got in. i could tell them to turn it off, but it's hauntingly beautiful and i don't care. i'm going to go to sleep to the sound of a mysterious female voice. i've just come back. i could go over the evening, at uncle sam's in kingsland road, listening to live jazz, but maybe i won't.

just that the music made me think very hard, and the harder i thought the more i realised i can't ever remember anything. my mind is an empty box. a fine mesh, that lets everything go through. except the big stones. but they're not diamonds.

the music is still playing outside. i'm going to forget this soon enough. in the end i always do.

from the street VII

tonight the river carries boats, policemen, and live music...

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wasting time in the sun

i cleaned up the garden. i dug out the weeds. i swept away the winter leaves. i put down snail poison, the bastards! i sunbathed. put the clothing out. my work is done.

painful

arms. neck. shoulders. and i should stop typing. and i can't.

art of the snapshot - brighton

Originally uploaded by ladelentes.

it rained. and rained. and rained. and then it rained some more. and then the wind rose, and it rained horizontally. and then the temperature fell, and it rained cold drops. on you. your camera. your lenses. and it rained on the sea. and on the pier. and on the princess on her white horse. and so she upped and left town.

whirlwind

here they are. they have many demands. they will take over my life. for a while.

good week/bad week

• you get mugged and spend hours faffing with the police / you watch a beautiful piece of dance theatre and have a great dinner with a friend


• you have a horrible argument with someone you don't want to do that with / you get to see a lovely crazy punk-roll cabaret musician and a mysteriously mesmerizing work-in-progress performance


• your work gives you complete nightmares and your arms hurt like hell / you see a funny, sad, fantastical storyteller, with a bunch of very sweet people

karma rebalanced, i hope... although, boy, do i miss my camera!

kindness

flew out of the window one day. i saw it. it fluttered for a while, made a pirouette, and set forth in the direction of the moon.

art of the snapshot - song

this life
Originally uploaded by ladelentes.

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this life, london, may 2006

where have i been?

• walking the streets of london
• soaking up the sun
  
• taking photos
• working hard
• trying not to type too much
  

art of the snapshot - alone in a crowd

Originally uploaded by ladelentes.

36 pictures in 36 minutes. find a theme, a subject, an inspiration, a story.

i walk into the british museum, carrying my loneliness with me. london-style. hundreds of people milling around, and still i can find empty spaces. they draw me in, they capture me, i find all the other loners in the crowd.

dis.con.ect

language disconnect: my voice has been taken over by an alien. it sounds funny. it sounds not-me-like. it sounds higher. girly. argh. it's my spanish voice. coming out. taking over. conquering territory.

when we're 60

we'll still talk, easily, over a bottle of wine.
we'll have funny moments where we'll share the same thoughts without a word.
we'll still be strangely coordinated in our monthly cycles, even if we don't see each other.
we'll still sleep ocassionally in the same bed, like teenage kids, in our old t-shirts.
and giggle.

dangerous/blissful

(shhh...i bought a 20-meter RJ11 cable so i can plug-in my laptop to the broadband connection from my bed)

dandelions

rollright rocks stand in a circle. there may be 70 or more, no-one knows. the king's rock looks sadly on from across the busy road. not quite at the top of the mound.

i can see how the king failed to see long compton, but i wonder why the witch decided to become an eldern tree?

still

an incredible silence reigns over the city. the sound of keyboards being tapped away at confused with the usual raindrop announcements. beat. beat. returning home. leaving home. home nowhere to be found. emtpy home. homeless. home in.
find. it. inside. lose it. expiry date. renewal forms. magicians taking bunnies out of bloody heats. circular saw. sawdust. dust of time. time. chime. beat. beat. beat. fire exit. sound the alarm. thief, thief! the number you have dialled...returns to sender. bottles empty of messages. elephants appear. friend. fried. desktop publishing. id card. oysters. clams. prawns. birthday party. candles. human. face. face the silence. beat. beat.
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