Hell YES!

Reading the newspapers on Sat morning, I came across a poem which I really liked. At least it's one of those does not require a PhD in Lit to understand. Here goes:

Never having known an emptiness so heavy,

I am inclined to call it my new-born soul,

though its state may be less an achieved birth than a pregnancy

lodged oddly, for lack of a womb, in a tight gap

behind the sternum, mid-thorax, not far from my heart.

Coddled there, it's needy, an energy-eater.

It kicks, or thumps, hollowly, and I come to a standstill,

breathless, my whole internal economy primed

to attend without delay to its nursing and nourishment:

memories, sorrows, remorses are what it feeds on.

Luckily, I have no shortage of these to give it,

so that it can continue its murky labors,

quintessential upheavals, noxious bubblings

at the bottom of a flask, as it strives to distill pure tears.

By Christopher Reid

Not that i am depressed and feeding sorrows and remorses into that state, not that at all. I find it really creative that he likened what he felt to a foetus in the womb. We can all nurse really horrible things in our emotional state, i remember reading a poem about nursing a grudge being likened to growing a poisoned apple tree. Simple and powerful imagery as a result of which, i remember that poem still. 

On a cheerier note, I have fallen in love with Florence + the Machine's song - Dog Days Are Over...... Happiness hit her like a train on a track.....The DOG days are oVER, the dog days are DONE! 

Great song. Apparently, the singer/song-writer was inspired by a giant text art installation on Waterloo Bridge, where she rides her bike past everyday.

The giant art installation was by Ugo Rodinone. He put up giant signs of words like HELL YES! and DOG DAYS ARE OVER, all over the South Bank in London.  The text were in rainbow colours and arranged curved like a rainbow. Giant art installations of exuberant hope, and sometimes ironic, depending on what mood you're in.