I’m still here. I promise. I’m still editing my collection. I can’t wait to show you all.
I’ve just finished reading Colourless Tskuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami and even though I was underwhelmed by the work, it made me realise how much I miss words, and stories, and characters, and feeling a part of something. I need to bring myself back to that place. I need to fall in love with writing every day. I need to make it an integral part of myself.
I am the new Vice President of the Sydney University Literary Society.
I miss you all. I miss words, thinking, dreaming, reading, poetry, creating, laughing. It’s first week at university and I am already behind on my readings and my lectures; I have editing to do for two literary journals, and promotion to do for a third. I’m running for Vice President of the Literary Society at university, as well as doing homework and assignments. I’m tired, tired, tired, and all I can think of doing is writing.
Thistle Magazine (θɪsəl mægəzin), n. An experience of the infinite variety and intimacy of life, its memories and dreams.
Thistle Magazine is something that means very much to me. This is the first print magazine I have ever worked on, and I truly have so much passion and such high hopes for what we can achieve with this wonderful, whimsical, heartfelt magazine. We are running a Kickstarter - that means that we are raising funds in order to be able to print independently at an affordable and fair price, which right now, we cannot do. NOTHING you pledge will be at all taken from you until the 31st of August, and even then, only if we make our goal ($5000) - please consider donating, even a $1 pledge sees you earn a reward, with prizes right up to $1000! It means the world to us, please check us out. (And yes, I will be sharing this incessantly over the next 31 days.)
Travelling! I recently got back from three weeks overseas. I spent two weeks in Spain and one week in Berlin. I did not really stay online during that time because I was with my boyfriend, and I only see him once every six or so months. I got back to Australia a week ago, and three days after I landed, university started again, so I’ve been attending classes, buying textbooks, getting used to my courses and getting into the swing of things.
If you mean ‘where have I been’ in a poetry sort of way: I am currently writing and compiling my very first collection of around 40 poems, which I intend to sell via this website! Stay tuned.
Thank you for your concern, lovely one. I hope to be around this place more as soon as I am able. xx
strange little shrimp.
who lives on the ocean floor,
who has no need of flight.
who tells anglerfish strange dreams
in other languages (that they can breathe,
grow hands, love separately).
who gets lost in elevators.
who asks for names.
waiting for something to stick.
passing straight through.
I want to be your brass compass. Oh, mister,
Just thinking about you curls the ends of my hair.
— "What Rings But Can’t Be Answered", Rebecca Lindenberg