Showing posts with label seventeen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seventeen. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 May 2011

Icarus flying home # 30

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A friend wrote to me about my Monsters dilemma and  she replied, 'her wants are in conflict with your needs never easy plus you get to go on living...' phew. My daughter  Abbi has been such an inspiration on this and she said, 'You are not a bad man so don't let bad thoughts make you feel bad..' Hoooo - how did she get so wise at 17. You wouldn't have known me at 17. I was playing rock & roll and playing football and being the man (laughs to himself). This song says more than I can explain. Who would be seventeen again, not me. Then again 20, or 21, or 51, gotta laugh and I haven't laughed in a long time. I hate letting people down but I realised something very important: there is a part of all of us that wants to give everyone what they want, but unfortunately we just can't, hmm, Nina Simone all over again - see earlier posts. But I can't complain. I wrote to a friend the other day about writing, and I realised that while I am writing under the cosh right now (for reasons) I am actually writing my 31st book. Oooh, if you had asked me once, anytime, I would have said I would like to write a book. But I would never have considered writing so many words...  I am embarrassed to say... I never meant to guv, i just couldn't help myself... once you start well, it just gets to be a habit, know what I mean, snifff... (with 3 fs). This is about being 17 for my Abbi who will turn 18 well too soon and still so wise.


Thursday, 25 February 2010

FiftyFive ~ # 44 (again)

I have an idea that this posting reeks of nostalgia but hey, who cares, does this clip not resonate with all of us at some point. I happen to think this is one of the best, observant songs ever recorded. There is an innocence, of course, because she was young when she wrote it, but does it capture that moment - hmm, I think, Janis Ian has it spot on and I confess, sometimes I still feel like this - sigh and let's be honest, it is an Icarus moment, how must the boy have felt, and didn't we all feel like this at some point, time, moment...