My favourite blog posts from last week (31st – 6th), starts with another long time favourite of mine.
To Hadestown and Back – Suburban Soliloquy
A brilliant piece of melancholy, set back in 1982. This is the type of writing I love; a mixture of personal history, “what might have happened,” and a post card from the past. This is a great paragraph from her latest post:
“She'd close the books and walk down to the beach with a pitcher of kamikaze mix, sit on the seawall and dreamy-stare at the curly waves frothing at the shore. Or she'd slip into a happy hour, which was as easy to find as the steepled churches that hugged nearly every street corner of her Franco-American hometown. There, in those sticky, beer-crusted shrines, or on the beach with her pitcher, she found hollow comfort from the demons that haunted her.”
The author of Suburban Soliloquy is Jayne who describes herself as a “Former Boston urbanite. Suburban survivor. Mother to sprite and knight. Master of neither. Managing suburban sagas. Inking sundry dreams and dramas.” If you don’t already know about Jayne’s blog, I’ve done you a huge favour.
Finding strength – Shadows
As you may or may not know, I’m desperately trying to get into blogging some fiction recently. You may have also noticed, or not that I’m really struggling to get it right. I can easily pour out some piece of sad melancholy, but try to put pen to paper with a fictional story and I struggle. One blogger that doesn’t have that trouble is the author of Shadows. This latest piece really caught my interest, and if you don’t love this line; you and I just aren’t on the same wavelength:
“Dawn is about taking a breath and going deeper. It is finding the strength to ignore the mistakes I have made and the ones I will surely make today. It is about being tougher. All pain is finite.”
I hear Shadows is taking a blogging siesta. I hope it doesn’t go on for too long...
Living for that moment – Fickle Cattle
Von Bryan Cuerpo (great name) talked on his blog; Fickle Cattle last week, about the euphoria of spending the night dancing. I too have felt the same sort of feeling myself, many times, when out at a nightclub or party.
“Then there is that magical moment, when, drunk and exhausted, I stare at the ceiling and feel (not think!) that all is right with the world. And the feeling expands and rises and mingles like smoke with the music and the people through the wild, unplanned dance the crowd is participating in.”
The way he describes the evening in his post is beautiful, and I can almost imagine being there dancing away; slightly heady with alcohol. The blogs author is based in Manilla, and he quotes it as: a repository of stories, thoughts and opinions on relationships, culture and life in general.
Please pay these blogs a visit, I'm sure you'll enjoy their work as much as I do.