Friday, 25 December 2009

A beautiful poem, a beatific smile.

I am no great fan of poetry. This is probably because of the years I spent at school having to analyse the damn things, never being allowed to sit and enjoy the beauty of the words or the carefully yet accidentally chosen rhythm. Or possibly because, for me, a poem is like a piece of theatre, it is meant to be performed rather than read. Either way, yesterday whilst watching Four Weddings and a Funeral (yes, I am behind here...) I saw a performance of W.H Auden's Stop all the clocks which made my heart skip a beat.

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Guilty Pleasure

Box Codax are the band you know you shouldn't like. They are the so-called guilty pleasure.

And they definately don't deserve the title they often seem to be given; another one of Franz Ferdinand's side projects. From the moment you hear the opening line of Naked Smile, you know that Box Codax are probably about as close to insanity as you can be without actually being locked up. A far cry from the easily relatable lyrics of Alex Kapranos.

Still, your sandals are worth 1000 lilacs.

However, this only adds to their charm. They are almost Kraftwerk-esque with a deep, squelching synth acting as a bass, laid over the top of high pitched, almost tuneless lyrics and a heavy drumbeat. There is something about the way they pull together elements of different musical genres and just make them work that doesn't seem right.

Alexander Ragnew, Manuela Gernedel and Nick McCarthy know what they're doing. You might not have heard about them yet, but if Nick manages to get away from Franz Ferdinand for five minutes, i'm sure you will.

Tuesday, 8 December 2009


I have spent the last two years fighting a seemingly insurmountable language barrier. Desperately trying to show my peers and my teachers that I am actually, despite appearances, fairly intelligent. It's been nothing short of a nightmare, yet finally it seems that I am succeeding. In my recent Conseil de Classe (a meeting where all the teachers get together and have a good bitch about how much the students are failing. . .) the 'negative' comment I came away with made me laugh; she will write a page or two of faultless french, then she will write two or three lines which are completely incomprehensible. I am actually quite proud of this, as I think it sums me up as a person, I quite often talk sense - then come out with complete gibberish.

But having said all this (and I am not the kind of person who sits down and thinks 'fuck me, what am I going to do now?') I feel completely and utterly lost. I've been waiting for school to end for years, barely able to contain my excitement about getting out into the real world and doing something and thoroughly enjoying it. And everything else life has to offer. I hate the constraints of school - getting up early, following a timetable, sitting through a certain lesson no matter what mood you're in. Don't get me wrong, I adore learning but I can't wait to be free.

I just don't know what I'm going to do when I finally am.