I'm an old soul who wants to live in 1770 and grow up with Beethoven. I watch too many films, too many times and enjoy the occasional spot of fort-building and a drink! I go weak at the knees for anything vintage and old, and you can expect a lot of that here! Other than that, there'll be any randomness I find interesting.
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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
— A Dream Deferred, Langston Hughes
“I’m happiest in that Jane Austen/Brontë sisters world,” she says. “It does sound silly but there was always this feeling of not really belonging to this era and that became even more heightened when I was a typically intense teenager. At school no one liked the music I was doing at all – it was all ‘yeah, folk music, whatever – not interested’. But then I suppose it is a bit unusual to be a very young girl and to learn basic guitar picking principles from Neil Young’s The Needle And The Damage Done .”
- Laura Marling, Irish Times Interview 2/12/10
This theme is Oedipa Maas by Paul Habeeb.
