these are the colours of the stage.
There is nothing the actors lack
and once the curtain
rises, falls, rises,
no way to go back,
except to be it again.
12 February 2009
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Abit of this, some of that...
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- Once upon a time there was a girl who liked writing poetry. One day, she wanted to share a short poem with a friend and did so in the quickest way she knew how; via a text message. Immediately this created a tangible form that had to be followed by function. Character limit and the universal language of SMS with the line breaks and lack of font-freedom threatened to quash originality. However, she persevered, and here today you can see some of those results. Her name is Rosie, and she would be glad to hear of your opinions and thoughts on her short poems. Maybe, if you send her an email with a phone number, you might get your very own one day.
Literary-slanted others!
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3 comments:
Our theatre trip really inspired you, didn't it? ;-) Good!
I wanted to see it again but woe for lack of time and spatial distance. And even if you do see a play twice, it's never quite the same. One of the reasons I love theatre/live music so much.
There is much in what you say...
The verification word is 'flargen'. What a great word! What might it mean?
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