Literature

I was right... Yesterday really wasn't very exciting. I walked around Hackney for a while and bought nice food and then made Dünnele for Ros and Emma in the evening. They were yummie. I should make them more often. They had potatoes and onions and ham and mushrooms on them.

The rest of the day I spent being lazy in front of my laptop. I started a new exciting project, tho, for when I am cold and lonely and broke and all alone in a land far far away (aka Tooting) in November!
I signed up for the NaNoWriMo! So basically I will spend all my free time in November writing a novel! Exciting, isn't it! I think I will work on a story I've been thinking about for quite a while. I won't tell you what it is about, yet, but maybe some of you will get to read it one day. (Of course you'll have to buy the book at Hugendubel/Easons/Foyles/Osiander/amazon first...)

I also signed up for Wandsworth freecycle. Hope I'll find some nice things there for my new room!

Then I stayed up really late last night and read poetry. I shouldn't do that. Even though I found some new Fried poems, which are brilliant. I liked this one a lawt:

Du sagst
ich soll nicht
Liebe
und Lieben sagen
Das bringt nichts mehr
meinst du
und ist zu mystisch
und zu verschwommen
Nun ja
ich kann natürlich
auch die Zähne zusammenbeißen
und Bumsen sagen
oder vielleicht sogar
Ficken sagen
wie du
doch du weißt gar nicht
wie mich das
abregt

I can't really take his more serious stuff anymore, even though I still see the brilliance in it. Guess I've just actually grown up a little and am not the overly melodramatic kid I used to be. (Wonder if Fried really stayed a melodramatic kid for all his life, cause I think poems like "Inschrift" he wrote in his 40s and 50s.) Anyway... took a little walk down memory lane last night and then remembered that Fried lived in England and is buried in London (even though he died in Baden-Baden. I hope if I die in Baden-Baden they'll bury me in London, too. Or at least manage to get me to Konstanz, if the money's tight.)! I looked it up, it's Kensal Green cemetery. So I think I will go and visit his grave there one of these days.

Today I will be a bit busier again. I have to go to the SHAD office in a bit and learn about all their policies and get through a lecture about national insurance numbers. Hope I won't have to learn about Oyster cards again.
Then later I have to go and nick keys off Eva and then off Ros, cause I'm attempting to spend every night this weekend in a different bed. And then I will maybe meet Gabby again for more beer and madness.




PS: They can always just burn my dead body and feed the ashes to slugs of course (I guess that is what will happen. I know they will get me in the end.).