On my own…..

I don’t seem to be very good at blogging… I have started so many and they have fallen by the wayside, maybe it’s because of my paper fetish!  I find it easier to put thoughts down on paper with a pen.. as a kid and teenager I wrote heaps, keeping diaries was a ritual. I couldn’t sleep unless I had written in my diary, sometimes I had three or four!

I have always loved paper and notepads, journals, diaries, moleskines, anything I can write or doodle in. I have been making books and journals since I was 4 years old…just for the joy of it. I am totally and happily obsessed with books and paper. I love the smell and feel of them, the sight of me buying a new book (which I probably don’t need….) is akin to someone choosing a good avocado or melon…. I hold them, stroke them, smell them, weigh them in my hand….I cannot pass a row of journals or stationary without stopping to look!  I wonder if there is a proper term for this.. it’s more than bibliophilia…paperophilia?

I am so innocent!

I just posted a photo I took of a Tim Tam Crush biscuit over on Plurk, and someone asked if I sucked my tea, or coffee, through the Tim Tam… I have never done this, or even heard of it, but apparently it’s quite the thing to do. I even found a YouTube video demonstrating the technique!!

There is a  wiki entry a song about the Tim Tam Slam too….now I need more Tim Tams to give this thing a go… judging by the noises made by the guy on the video it’s an experience not to be missed!

Addendum:
I tried the above mentioned technique as per the video.. I actually watched 2 more video’s, to ensure success.
I failed miserably… I burned my mouth on the hot black tea and the Tim Tam fell into the cup and dissolved, the result was a muddy kind of chocolate flavoured tea with rather sicky overtones!! I should have known, I have never even been able to *dunk*!!

If anyone tries this themselves I would be interested to hear your results!

I have been involved in a very passionate and life long love affair with poets and poetry, and so today is something to celebrate indeed…..

It is National Poetry Day here in NZ… I was lucky enough to be able to attend a live poetry reading in Nelson this evening. It was poetic indeed sitting outside the House of Ales, under the full moon with a glass of mulled wine to keep the cold at bay. We heard some neat poets, including Mark Raffills, Rae Varcoe, Cliff Fell and Rachel Bush…  the variety of themes worked well. It’s nice to know that poetry is still very much alive and recognised, although in a town with a population of 43,000 only about 40 attended the readings, a little sad as Nelson is often considered the Art capital of New Zealand.

Montana invited people to share their poems with the public on their website….. and I saw poems posted on blackboards at a couple of bars in town.

I wish we had more days like this, poetry is looked on by many as a thing of the past, but did people really have more time to stand and stare then? Thankfully for the poets and poetry lovers there are people out there trying to shout out about our art on the web…. I love Got Poetry

To end in a quote from yesterdays newspaper:
quote Jessica Le Bas:

Poems are small stories, tightly bundled.

They are puzzles, sometimes in foreign tongues. The pleasure of poetry can derive as much from the unpicking, the decoding, as from any notion of meaning. The sounds, that juxtaposition of rhythm and rhyme, are a far older joy than our need for logic.