My 2 year old niece, Maddy, lost her blanket recently. She was distraught and would not be fobbed off with any other tea towel or imposter scrap of material. It turned up a few days later and she was so excited to get it back. Like many kids, Maddy likes to hear stories where she is the main protagonist so my mum recited the tale of a wee girl called Maddy who left her blanket behind, and Maddy started to cry at the mere retelling of it. And I thought: the power of placebo; the soothing that is wholly projected! Where can I get one?Seamus Heaney doesn't care if words are in the dictionary or not. He'll put them in his poems anyway. I like - 'plashy', 'workadayness', and 'Night after nightness.' He loses me on 'quid-spurt fulgent,' but I won't hold it against him.
Health-wise, I've had a corker of a rubbish week, so I let myself put a few crying tunes on the hi-fi to help the melancholy along. You've got to, on occasion. Nothing like a sad country song.
Well, good night far and wide, my friends of the blogosphere.
-C
1 comment:
I don't like to think of you crying along to the hi-fi, such a sad thought, but you're right, you've got to get it out sometimes.
I had a blanky when I was a kid. I still have it, but it's falling to bits from being loved for so long.
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