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my favourite from the collection. (liverpool 1966.)
If anyone needs a good book to read, i really recomment 'The Road' by Jack Kerouac.
I have only just started making my way through a large pile of American literature, and i love the american dream theme running through many of them; the sense of adventure, and need to live an exciting and fulfilled life is overwhelmingly uplifting compared to the safe, s'tay-at-home eating pie and drinking hearty ale' feeling, that many English novels seem to centre around.
This novel, and the last i read, 'POPism' by andy warhol, both make me wish I were part of a great movement, but nothing much exciting seems to be happening these days, i wonder if in the future people will say, 'what was it like to be part of the i-pod, or facebook generation?' as they zip around in their space cars. one day soon i WILL get off facebook and go in search of something new, if only it were made easy and the beat movement was now, or i had a full tank of petrol and somewhere fun to go.
Anyone want to embark on an adventure? I'm in desperate need of some inceredibly inspirational fun, so that later in life I don't remember my youth as being spent thinking, not doing.
I have only just started making my way through a large pile of American literature, and i love the american dream theme running through many of them; the sense of adventure, and need to live an exciting and fulfilled life is overwhelmingly uplifting compared to the safe, s'tay-at-home eating pie and drinking hearty ale' feeling, that many English novels seem to centre around.
This novel, and the last i read, 'POPism' by andy warhol, both make me wish I were part of a great movement, but nothing much exciting seems to be happening these days, i wonder if in the future people will say, 'what was it like to be part of the i-pod, or facebook generation?' as they zip around in their space cars. one day soon i WILL get off facebook and go in search of something new, if only it were made easy and the beat movement was now, or i had a full tank of petrol and somewhere fun to go.
Anyone want to embark on an adventure? I'm in desperate need of some inceredibly inspirational fun, so that later in life I don't remember my youth as being spent thinking, not doing.
What am I doing?
Reading: Mrs Dalloway, Andy Warhol Treasures and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and Six Other Stories.Watching: No Direction Home, Brideshead Revisited and The F Word.
Listening to: Blonde on Blonde
Looking forward to: Paris, Bob Dylan at the NPG, A holiday in the Lake District.
Wishing for: Sun and good post.
Sadly my old friend Holly has lost her arduous battle with cancer, despite her ever-uplifting, positive spirit and enigmatic nature. She will be greatly missed by everyone, she was a great inspiration to all and I will cherish my memories with great fondness and always with great joy.5th May 2008 - Santiago, Chile
'Today I met with Holly Eatwell in BellaVista, the more 'bohemian' area of Santiago, after a couple of quite rubbishy days ( getting my wallet stolen, getting lost, getting over a very hideous bout of food poising or whatever ) the thought of seeing a familiar face was so comforting and Holly's big grin and wild stories of joining the circus and salsa dancing until 5am soon helped me forget my previous angst. We went for a walk, often stopping to take photos along the way, 'my new thing is to photograph everything..I used to be too shy to stop people and ask them to take my photo, or to take photos of things in front of people, but i have realised that I want to remember everything' - wise words Holly! In BellaVista, we met a friend of Holly's, Arthur, we sat and drank South American beer in a bar on the side of the street, gradually being joined by friends, strangers, travellers, all sorts. We tried to practice our Spanish, but as the beer kept and kept and kept keeping onn coming, eventually the only word we could say clearly enough was 'bocadillo'...so we were whisked away to some pretty dodgy sandwhich place, where im pretty sure we inhaled what I can only remember to be something green - avacado perhaps?- and slightly moist. It was then, at 2.30 am, I remembered that actually I had a flight to Peru at 5.30 and in a mad panic rushed back to a hotel (obviously escorted by Holly and entourage) where I actually fell asleep on the sofa, rather than finding a room for an hour, before getting in a taxi with no money and having to run away. darn hollys adventurous influences!'
(at which point I must have fallen asleep-again)
with love.
xo
How I wish this incessant drizzle would give in, although it has brought with it that marvellous melancholy of missing something whilst being in its midst. I miss the sun in the heart of summer. It's a sad and strange feeling to miss someone or something whilst in their or its company, but appreciation is an underrated and underacheived thing often only brought on by a lacking. shame.
Dear World,
I have not written, or received a letter in an alarmingly long time, I find this greatly saddening. should anyone wish to make me a very happy girl; notes, letters, postcards, one-liners are always gratefully received and cherished, and will be responded to immediately.
Yours, Alice. xo
I have not written, or received a letter in an alarmingly long time, I find this greatly saddening. should anyone wish to make me a very happy girl; notes, letters, postcards, one-liners are always gratefully received and cherished, and will be responded to immediately.
Yours, Alice. xo
Spindlewood, Stream Lane, Hawkhurst, Kent TN18 4RB
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