Is this the turning point? The final dawn after the night? Or rather, night after the burning sun, considering my skin-tone?

Could it be that after all that's occurred...I have finally discovered sanity and well-being once more? Despite the mild cold and cough, despite the still vehement workload, I feel...enlightened and elated. Relationships are intact once more, even if some are a little wrong-footed. Family is functioning again after the abrupt departure of a loved member.

I desire to know if this is the beginning once more...and if it is, then do I have permission to plough headlong into it?
"The suspense...it's killing me." - Harper, Angels in America

- S.H.

PS Watchmen is out! And I can't wait to see it!

PPS Curious? Click the Link: [link]

Some much loved fantastic people that need more acknowledgement. I'm not just doing this for the trend; NB my words don’t do these people justice.

Underground Rogue: [link]
Excellent poet and writer, currently working (when possible) on the long awaited novel. Writes with great passion behind each character and persona, no frivolity.

Jensheron: [link]
Amazing painter, very emotional artwork that always moves me in one way or another. Many pieces bring about a great sense of completeness and peace to me, but I’m naive. Check it out for yourself.

Scarlettletters: [link]
Beautiful poet, writes both sensuously and sensually with vivid imagery. Quite different from the average complacent poet found this day and age.

Kindly drop in on them and have a meander through their work, leave some footprints. They're worth the time.
If you do so please leave a comment and let me know. Thankyou.

- S.H.

Busy time for me. I have a monologue to learn and block and perform by next week which is the main worry (My character is a 'valium addicted, agoraphobic' woman who's married to a closet gay. It's a bit fun), but I've got many other stresses coming along to climb into my jacket and murmur in my ear so I shan't be producing as many deviations as I should like. Hopefully will be commenting as well as possible (sebaik mungkin...). Just the combination of the small disease (I mean that, it's small but mighty irritating) in my belly, remnants of tonsilitis, my iron deficiency and my stress is killing me quietly.
I'm tired so I'm writing too much as usual - and complaining blatantly, the child in me cries - try and keep it short and sweet. No more deviations until I can think straight or feel right, one or th'tother.

I bid thee all a sweet night and fair morn.

- S.H.

Personal Helicon - by Seamus Heaney
For Michael Longely

'As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.


One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.
I savoured the rich crash when a bucket
Plummeted down at the end of a rope.
So deep you saw no reflection in it.


A shallow one under a dry stone ditch
Fructified like any aquarium.
When you dragged out long roots from the soft mulch
A white face hovered over the bottom.


Others had echoes, gave back your own call
With a clean new music in it. And one
Was scaresome, for there, out of ferns and tall
Foxgloves, a rat slapped across my reflection.


Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.'

Please, if you have any thoughts on this piece at all, make them known.

My analysis in brief;
Helicon, not refering to the 'instrument' but to the mountain where muses and nymphs were supposed to dwell according to Greek mythology. 'ersonal Helicon' referring to Heaney's personal inspiration - what muses provided for artists and poets.

Heaney's is supposedly renowned for his elaborate imagery, not only of the visual, but his rich content of all five senses. Personal Helicon has five verses; in each a sense is captured. I discovered this in Literature today and kept very quiet. Partially out of fear of failure, partially because if I'm right, the idea is mine. I need the marks. So I shall take some knowledgeable person aside and see what they think...in order; olfaction; gustation; vision; auditory and tactile senses.

- S.H.

'You're falling into an abyss.'

'It's ok, I like it.'

- Maddox and Dan after her waer-venture; the story is on hold, but it's a nice hold that's pottering away in the background. Which I appreciate.