Lionesskeeper's Shiney Contribution to the Blogosphere (Blogger Edition)

Well another election over thank God. Am going through two books at the moment 1. Catcher in the Rye 2. Pompeii Syndrome The Doctor Who episode 'Human Nature' was absolutly brillo on Saturday Was in Galway on Thursday. Got my hands on a book of T.S.Elliot's poetry and plays. Hence why I have a quote from 'the Hollow Men' on my blog. Watched the episode of Rab.C.Nesbitt that had David Tennant playing a transvestite called Davina tonight, v.funny Hoping to make it into Galway on Thursday And am being a real literature geek this weather and am checking out the Hay-on-Sky programme on Sky Arts. Also looking forward to the Galway Arts Festival ,WooHoo Summer is here, thank God

Am currently watching my Doctor Who Series 2 DVD. Updated my ipod today. My favourite line of the mo from Doctor Who would have to be the one that echoed the TV movies, y'know the line from the TV move that goes ' I love Humans, always seeing patterns in things that aren't there' There is a similar line in 'The Satan Pit' that goes 'That is so Human, where Angels fear to tread' BTW, did anyone happen to notice the thing about the urge to jump thingy mentioned by the Doctor and that feeling at the back of our heads, specifically when Ida(who's human and went down to the pit with The Doctor in this episode) mentioned to The Doctor later in the episode that it came from 'Genetic heritage, ever since we were primates in the trees, its our bodys way of testing us, calculating whether or not we can reach the next branch'. The Doctor never counters and says that it doesn't apply to him only 'No, thats not it, thats too kind, its not the urg...

All night the flares go up; the Dragon sings And beats upon the dark with furious wings; And, stung to rage by his own darting fires, Reaches with grappling coils from town to town; He lusts to break the loveliness of spires, And hurls their martyred music toppling down. Yet, though the slain are homeless as the breeze, Vocal are they, like storm-bewilder'd seas. Their faces are the fair, unshrouded night, And planets are their eyes, their ageless dreams. Tenderly stooping earthward from their height, They wander in the dusk with chanting streams, And they are dawn-lit trees, with arms up-flung, To hail the burning heavens they left unsung.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -- Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore -- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visiter e...

Not much to say, no Drama and Performance Elm For Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse. All night I shall gallop thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing. Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons? This is rain now, this big hush. And this is the fruit of it: tin-white, like arsenic. I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires. Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs. A wind of such violence Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek. The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her. I ...