Well I will never win the Orange Prize now! But of course I couldn't have won it anyway. Isn't it a strange thing in this wide world of ours that there are still things we cannot do. Well of course some of those things are necessary in the world of gender divisions, but book prizes? Summer has arrived at long last - and long may it continue. Old Brighton always looks its best in the sunshine. It always polishes itself up and then says, 'take me, take me' - old tart that it is. And how would Rilke describe it?
Wait..., that tastes good... But already its gone.
... A few notes of music, a tapping, faint
hum - : you girls, so warm and so silent,
dance the taste of the fruit you have known!
The world is NOT orange! How can a poor man stand such times and live, I ask you! I remember a time when everything was cheap - including me.
