I loved this video clip & this poem & the reference to Jane Eyre ;)Please watch/listen to it!!
http://youtu.be/b1KLkyk1rIQ
Here is a transcribe too, although it is not my own - I plucked it from the internet so I'm not sure if it's the correct lay out or form that the poet would have intended for it. But oh well!
Abigail Burdess – All Kinds of Trouble
I’m in all kinds of trouble now,
The kind where you wake up on a train
And everything, everything’s strange
And where am I? And when did the season change?
I must have been asleep.
I’m sure I must be late.
I’m in all kinds of danger.
The stranger on the platform is not a proper stranger.
“You’re here with me,” he says, “isn’t it great?”
And he’s right.
The kind where there’s too much meaning on the edges of sight
Because he might be there.
The kind where you randomly weep.
I’m in deep, deep hot water.
In a boiling hot geyser
In the mists
In the midst
Of ridiculous Icelandic snow.
Y’know,
You should give up the fags and eat fruit,
Because life should last longer, this life should last longer
If someone like him exists.
Everybody. Lock away the razors and save your lovely wrists:
Someone like him exists.
I’m in every single kind of trouble now
The kind where a kind man could write himself a significant part.
I’m in very grave danger
Of a change of heart.
Monday, 6 June 2011
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
HOLIDAY - AMSTERDAM.
So a brief post on my Amsterdam holiday. Click the pictures if you want to see them enlarged. I would recommend it for some of them :)
Arrival in the Dutch airport, Kwise and I on a metal beanbag-esque Buddha?
Riding the metro across to the capital, along with every other tourist!
So, when the guys and I were away we stayed in this hotel: http://www.lancasteramsterdamhotel.com
The hotel had recently been renovated and was gorgeous. It was far more impressive than the handful of photographs we had browsed over online prior to booking. Our room was large, modern and airy. It was a complete bargain, 3 star, great service and right in the city centre. We actually felt a little daunted when approaching reception, after trekking across the city, lugging our bags around town, taking in the lovely Dutch streets and architecture.. We were a little sweaty and looking worse for wear, in the only way a bunch of student tourists can.
When we weren’t doing “activities” or “sightseeing” we were wining and dining! I loved eating out somewhere different every evening and lunch and thought both the food and wine was fantastic. We were spoilt for choice and because the weather was scorching, we sat outside and soaked up the city’s afternoon/evening’s atmosphere every day.
The guys also loved the steaks at the infamous Argentinean Steak House that we went to one evening (although I’m vegetarian so obviously didn’t sample).
The Dutch are apparently incredibly patriotic and the world cup fever seemed to be at its peak during our stay; most the pubs and streets were decorated in an array of violent orange banners, tinsel and flags.
I read Anne Frank’s diary when I was 10 and to say it really affected and moved me, would be something of an understatement. She is an iconic literary figure of the holocaust. I remember crying when the book suddenly stopped and the “afterward” explaining what happened to her. I have always wanted to see the museum and it was a strange, stirring experience being there. It is definitely one of those places you need to see and walk around by yourself to understand. You are not permitted to take photographs once you are inside, so this is just a snap of the outside.
On the way back from a sobering morning in Anne Frank’s, we stopped at this chocolate shop. It. Was. Scrumptious. A divine rich, sugary smell and mounds of different types of chocolate drew us in.. Here is a link to her website: www.puccinibomboni.com
One of the other sights I wanted to see whilst in Amsterdam was some/any form of museum with some originals of Rembrandt’s work. I took Art at college and was greatly influenced by him for my final A level year. I based my whole final project on his work, his style and his use of light. I adored “Syndics of the drapers Guild” and attempted several reproductions as part of this project.
I was fortunate enough to go to “Museum Met Rembrandthuis” which was his house and a museum next to it. We saw beautiful paintings, the majority of his own and a few from his personal collection/own gallery, his furniture, reproductions of what his house would have looked like and many sketches illustrating his meticulous attention to detail. The ink, charcoal and pencil sketches, were amazing, they were my favourite pieces to see.
We also saw a really interesting early photography exhibition..
We also had amazing “phones” which were free audio guides, giving the listener the most comprehensive biography of the artist and the period itself.
Arrival in the Dutch airport, Kwise and I on a metal beanbag-esque Buddha?
Riding the metro across to the capital, along with every other tourist!
So, when the guys and I were away we stayed in this hotel: http://www.lancasteramsterdamhotel.com
The hotel had recently been renovated and was gorgeous. It was far more impressive than the handful of photographs we had browsed over online prior to booking. Our room was large, modern and airy. It was a complete bargain, 3 star, great service and right in the city centre. We actually felt a little daunted when approaching reception, after trekking across the city, lugging our bags around town, taking in the lovely Dutch streets and architecture.. We were a little sweaty and looking worse for wear, in the only way a bunch of student tourists can.
When we weren’t doing “activities” or “sightseeing” we were wining and dining! I loved eating out somewhere different every evening and lunch and thought both the food and wine was fantastic. We were spoilt for choice and because the weather was scorching, we sat outside and soaked up the city’s afternoon/evening’s atmosphere every day.
The guys also loved the steaks at the infamous Argentinean Steak House that we went to one evening (although I’m vegetarian so obviously didn’t sample).
The Dutch are apparently incredibly patriotic and the world cup fever seemed to be at its peak during our stay; most the pubs and streets were decorated in an array of violent orange banners, tinsel and flags.
I read Anne Frank’s diary when I was 10 and to say it really affected and moved me, would be something of an understatement. She is an iconic literary figure of the holocaust. I remember crying when the book suddenly stopped and the “afterward” explaining what happened to her. I have always wanted to see the museum and it was a strange, stirring experience being there. It is definitely one of those places you need to see and walk around by yourself to understand. You are not permitted to take photographs once you are inside, so this is just a snap of the outside.
On the way back from a sobering morning in Anne Frank’s, we stopped at this chocolate shop. It. Was. Scrumptious. A divine rich, sugary smell and mounds of different types of chocolate drew us in.. Here is a link to her website: www.puccinibomboni.com
One of the other sights I wanted to see whilst in Amsterdam was some/any form of museum with some originals of Rembrandt’s work. I took Art at college and was greatly influenced by him for my final A level year. I based my whole final project on his work, his style and his use of light. I adored “Syndics of the drapers Guild” and attempted several reproductions as part of this project.
I was fortunate enough to go to “Museum Met Rembrandthuis” which was his house and a museum next to it. We saw beautiful paintings, the majority of his own and a few from his personal collection/own gallery, his furniture, reproductions of what his house would have looked like and many sketches illustrating his meticulous attention to detail. The ink, charcoal and pencil sketches, were amazing, they were my favourite pieces to see.
We also saw a really interesting early photography exhibition..
We also had amazing “phones” which were free audio guides, giving the listener the most comprehensive biography of the artist and the period itself.
HOLIDAY. (eating)
I went to Amsterdam in June, it was lovely and the city was not what I expected at all. So here are some snaps, taken on my phone. I will put another post up after this with the "proper" photos. This: http://thedamblog.tumblr.com was a mini tumblr my friend Kwise made which was MEANT to document the holiday but there was a significant lack of internet..
An outstanding breakfast of fresh salmon & eggs in Rembrandt square. Just around the corner from our hotel.
Cheeky bit of dark Dutch chocolate from a scrumptious chocolate shop we stopped in, on the way back from a museum.
I promise all the pictures are not/will not be of food, however we ate at the most amazing New York Bagel house. The pesto was lovely and rich, served on a perfectly toasted delicious bagel. Oh and they did fab cappuccino's too.
I also lost my tram virginity, which I was very excited for. The tram is such a great and easy method of transportation. Much less confusing than the metro in Paris and nowhere near as expensive as the tube/trains in London/England.
One night we decided to have a bit of a feast in our hotel room. The guys got totally baked (I consumed a large amount of cheap white wine) and collectively munched on some snacks/waffles/crisps, played poker and a whole variety of card games whilst becoming increasingly inebriated. Kwise also introduced me to these awesome beers called "Desperados".
An outstanding breakfast of fresh salmon & eggs in Rembrandt square. Just around the corner from our hotel.
Cheeky bit of dark Dutch chocolate from a scrumptious chocolate shop we stopped in, on the way back from a museum.
I promise all the pictures are not/will not be of food, however we ate at the most amazing New York Bagel house. The pesto was lovely and rich, served on a perfectly toasted delicious bagel. Oh and they did fab cappuccino's too.
I also lost my tram virginity, which I was very excited for. The tram is such a great and easy method of transportation. Much less confusing than the metro in Paris and nowhere near as expensive as the tube/trains in London/England.
One night we decided to have a bit of a feast in our hotel room. The guys got totally baked (I consumed a large amount of cheap white wine) and collectively munched on some snacks/waffles/crisps, played poker and a whole variety of card games whilst becoming increasingly inebriated. Kwise also introduced me to these awesome beers called "Desperados".
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