i am remiss by the reality that being unwell and being creative do not necessarily go hand in hand. i have stuttered and stammered through endless pages in my notebook and have failed to find the stamina to formulate anything worth reading. i am overcome by frustration and disappointment as i was eager to take on this challenge and fully embrace it. unfortunately, today is not the day. i will endeavour to produce at least one new piece for your eyes tomorrow; but today, i will leave you with my all time favourite piece of prose along with an older but treasured piece of my own. until tomorrow. xxx b
funeral blues ~w.h. auden~
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning…
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