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In response to:Under her skin

Mon, 12 Feb 2007 17:34:13 +0100

From the sublime to the trivial - Caramac like cheap 'chocolate' Easter eggs and Xmas tree ornaments isn't even chocolate - it's choc flavoured confectionary, so fairly rubbish! But definitely a taste of childhood. Anyone remember twisted cylinders of caramel flavoured sticks about a foot long with chocolate down the middle?

In response to:in conversation with my shed

Mon, 12 Feb 2007 17:26:38 +0100

Not seen the 'real thing' but pics of it and other stuff. Parker was artist in residence in college in Cardiff before she was such a 'name'. She seems to have become contraversial when she put what's-her-name in a box and since been one of the modern art rent-a-quotes. Although not seen 'real thing' there is the suspended flattened silverwear that I'm sure looks amazing a well....Of course this all preceded the recent shed-boat thing by other artist that caused recent furore.
I've only had one brief-ish visit to Tate Modern - Must go again....

In response to:in conversation with my shed

Fri, 09 Feb 2007 22:53:47 +0100

:-)

have you seen the exploded shed at the Tate?it's fantastic...almost like being in a cathedral space, but something more too...fascinating, poring over the detail, all the half blown-up stuff,and suspended so beautifully....

trolly x

In response to:in conversation with my shed

Fri, 09 Feb 2007 20:25:55 +0100

:>> I was thinking of Cornelia's way with sheds when I followed your link! Do you also know about her putting the actress in a box?
Once again a lovely piece of writing. I do hope you're keeping your spirits up.
S
xx

In response to:Under her skin

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 09:17:13 +0100

i've not had it for years: i bet it tastes like really cheap chocolate now.

it's odd revisiting stuff isn't it? i reread Les Grandes Meaulnes by Alain Fournier recently, and it had lost most of the charm that had first captured me when i read it as a teenager. but as it is a book about that strange space between childhood, adolesence and adulthood maybe it is only meant to be read by teenagers! i dunno.

trolly x

In response to:Under her skin

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 01:11:03 +0100

I saw Caramac a few months ago and bought one. rather disappointing...

In response to:Under her skin

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 13:48:35 +0100

thanks, :-)

caramac seems to be doing it for everyone! i wonder if it's still available....

of all the stories i've posted here, this is the one i'm least happy with: i like the basic idea, but it is still not quite there; but am going to give it space and come back to it.

trolly x

In response to:Under her skin

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 12:22:40 +0100

Trolly, I am blown away! Got hooked on Caramac imagery, but then taken to another level with the abuse. This is a lyrical version of much I've observed around smell. Quite stunning. Thanks for sharing.

In response to:Under her skin

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 12:57:27 +0100

it was funny writing this becasue when you start thinking about smell, you kinda smell it too! and these things have deep associations for me, for us all.

i've rewritten bits of the story since posting it, making a better connection (i hope) between smell and memory...

trolly x

In response to:Under her skin

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 19:40:34 +0100

Well it's an excellent little piece - submit it somewhere. :)

I was keen on cheese and jam sarnies too - and cheese and ketchup sarnies come to that...

In response to:Under her skin

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 15:26:15 +0100

thanks, 3C, i'm glad you liked it.

trolly x

In response to:Under her skin

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 13:08:53 +0100

Smells are so evocative, they can pull you back in time to a very specific place or moment.

Great stuff!

3C x

In response to:Under her skin

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 11:41:33 +0100

i wrote this on the train yesterday; it's the longest short story i've written here: i kinda get to 200-300 words and it seems enough somehow. i don't think it's quite there yet, though: i'm trying to link smell and memory with issues about self-worth and identity (especially as appearance/smell/skin are very important in terms of social acceptance, and how a woman might feel about herself).

caramac: i lived on it. that and cheese and jam sarnies.

:-)

trolly x

In response to:Under her skin

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 06:51:59 +0100

Powerful stuff

I feel kind of itchy now

Mmmmmmmmm Caramac, I'd forgotten how good that tasted...

In response to:Under her skin

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 06:51:12 +0100

After all those smells I really feel like a bloodhound, first time ever.

In response to:the fish under the fridge

Wed, 22 Nov 2006 22:05:39 +0100

:-)

the thought of a trout in a trance-like state is really rather sweet.

trolly x

In response to:the fish under the fridge

Wed, 22 Nov 2006 21:45:10 +0100

What you needed to do was to tickle it gently on its belly. Fish like that (so they tell me)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trout_tickling

In response to:the fish under the fridge

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 23:33:52 +0100

:-)

and guess what we had for tea tonight....

trolly x

In response to:the fish under the fridge

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 18:22:34 +0100

>....>.....>

:-)

trolly x

In response to:the fish under the fridge

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 18:04:41 +0100

Oh dear! And mine was such a happy dream... x a.w.

In response to:the fish under the fridge

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 17:46:22 +0100

Thanks! I now have justification for not peering under fridge, freezer, cooker etc... :))
Brill story - pun intended ;D

In response to:the fish under the fridge

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 17:29:16 +0100

:-)

me neither.

trolly x

In response to:the fish under the fridge

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 17:25:02 +0100

nope I am not going to do it

I am not going to go and look under my fridge

absolutely no way

never ever ever again!

In response to:The Pornographer's wife

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 18:26:44 +0200

I agree re distortion. What's good about fiction is it is a way of exploring some of the stuff - particularly the ambiguities - And that's what this did for me.

In response to:The Pornographer's wife

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 12:34:06 +0200

for me it was about exploring the wider impact of pornography: from the prespective of one on the edge, and how it made her feel. i wanted to turn this round so that she was also a consumer of porn, but only in that it enabled her to be 'closer' to her husband...if that makes sense. i wanted it not to be sexy either, cos in this context, it's not - it's sad, lonely, alienated.

i dunno. i don't want to get into the 'victim' thing here...but porn distorts.

trolly x

In response to:The Pornographer's wife

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 10:49:26 +0200

Wow. Very powerful. For me this captures the alienation that I think is part of porn.

In response to:kissing

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 00:51:52 +0200

tenuous is usually interesting....

In response to:kissing

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 09:06:38 +0200

thanks...but i guess the real skill is knowing when it's right, and it's not yet...

ho hum

trolly x

In response to:kissing

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 00:24:29 +0200

It's a great poem from one poet to another ( only I've got block)

In response to:kissing

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 09:14:43 +0200

:-)

and neighbours...curtains kinda link together too.

albeit tenuously.

hmmm

trolly x