My confidants.

If you can’t sleep it’s because you are awake in my dreams, bright as a star, burning up my atmosphere.

Dreamt of you, of us both accidentally getting caught up in someone else’s project and having to perform friendship and ease, and wishing it felt like that with you.

My date won the chocolaté raffle and procéeded to charm everyone present by opening them and handing them round to mutters of ‘excellent redistribution of wealth’. The film was The Ballad of Wallis Island, btw.

Tonight I have a date to see a mystery film at the local library ♥️

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I’m very excited for the arrival of my Valentine’s Day gift at 9am. There is much shuffling of building site stuff in the Garden Room where said present will be installed in a couple of weeks time.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘦. The Cluge is a paranormal superconductive flux state that gets activated by especially passionate kissing. As Farah North's 2024 article shows:

C’est la nuit intime

Reasons to hiss part 68936219

BREAKING: Britain’s High Court rules that the government’s decision to outlawed the protest group Palestine Action as a terrorist organization was unlawful.

CFP: Illuminating the Dark! Night Histories from Byzantion to Istanbul en.iae.org.tr/Event-Detail...

Today is: trying to clean the house before guests while simultaneously marking 23 essays; physio; entertain guests (hmmmm); Cook something; confirm I’m alive with my mother after being scolded for non-communication by way of my daughter; read some of my book just for a minute; breathe.

Dreamt that when i woke and opened my eyes, you were looking back at me.

I wrote this for my last twitter crush, seems quaint now.

Persimmon dreams

Sometimes a girl needs an exquisite détail as a Little Treat. These will be perfect.

Happy publication day to @stuhennigan.bsky.social Keep an eye on @minorliteratures.bsky.social next week for an extract of Keshed 👀

and apart from a 7-9pm online marking meeting tonight (in case you wondered how those 15 day turnarounds were met) and two days of feedback writing out of the next three (supposedly my research day and the weekend), I'm done for the teaching week.

This is the one

It is unfortunate but true that the piper does in fact demand payment. 😞

Who knew that dried cranberries in yoghurt coats would be my new demand?

How will you / have you prepare[d] for your death?

Breathe, I say. To myself, to my double, to the other. Breathe.

two meetings down, module intro and a lecture on how to read critically to go, then, whoosh, off to London to host a workshop and read at @saloneurope.bsky.social 's birthday celebrations. if the trains are working (they are not).

do this, the proposal is obscene

Wondering how naughty it is to squeeze five minutes forty into a five minute slot because the work is perfect for the occasion…

If anyone has tried to book tickets for London tomorrow night and failed, please DM as Eventbrite is having technical problems 😩

« At its best it was around 20 years of people making works that altered the way art was made, who had access to make it, and the way it circulated and was received; works that changed the ways we see the world » THIS 👆 Insightful interview with @badaude.bsky.social by @monalisavitti.bsky.social 😍

But this morning I cracked open this juggernaut by @minxmarple.bsky.social and immediately questioned everything I ever read before, including my own ability to read. I’ve already started putting exclamations in the margins.

Finally finally finally. Out soon, my lyric, media archaeological enquiry into the erotic hauntology of autocorrect. It is very definitely an essay, the peer review says so.

My day was not like this -

Your day will be like... fawns, who've run their hearts out and now stand dazed and tired. Iliad 4.243-6

Three Lovely things today.

And reader, sorry not sorry, this is not even a point of controversy. Not Beckett, not Deleuze (yikes, Deleuze ...), no one has read Proust as closely and faithfully as Carson.

Limited 150 copies, letterpress cover, handstitched, more copies arriving this week DM if interested

Early Valentine 💘

Adrift in the love poèmes and the erotic hauntings. Come get me if I’m not back by dark.

Goshawk Chasing a Hare by Ohara Koson, early 20th century, Japan

Sunday: shoulder injury playing havoc with sleep patterns; out to see H is for Hawk and dream about raptors; nap; module guides and Learning Zones; delicious curry made by my sweetie; walk; tweaking a text prior to publication; complete failure to reply to texts, emails, calls; late to bed I expect.

For those who saw the héron in the river.

Sunday afternoon with the wild things.

Went to the bakery; brunch out; looked at shoes in the museum; bought drainpipes; read a book; did some admin; out for drinks with neighbours; fast three miles; that was Saturday.

Introduce yourself with 5 songs Central Réservation — Beth Orton Falling — Julee Cruise Nine Million Rainy Days — Jesus & Mary Chain Teardrop — Massive Attack Finistère — Saint Étienne (Tonight’s selection only)

I did not know about this!: “BLUE (in Gowanus) is an ever-growing home to 6,000 books, journals, exhibition catalogs and objects that examine and celebrate the global history, traditions, makers, craft and beauty of textiles.” tatter.org/blue-library/

An unexpected (stolen) day off spent brunching and mooching round the shoe collection at Northampton Museum. Do I have a weakness for red shoes? Why, yes, I do.

I’m reading at Mimosa Gallery with EWS on Wednesday after the workshop, come along, they are so friendly!

I have just had the best emotional work out — laughing until I cried for a solid hour. I feel that’s done my core just as much good as an hour on the reformer.

Other lives etc

Five miles under a clear sky, no rain, for the first time this week, shucks off the day, shucks off the fact that i will mostly work all weekend, does not, alas, shuck any oysters.