Yes I think I'm slowly loosing it.
My artist comments recently are going a little bit strange and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.
When I was in school there was a poem we had to do for English called "Island Man" by Grace Nichols (anyone doing GCSE English I felt that shudder) and while it wasn't a fave of mine back then- it most definitely is now. Its funny how stuff like that just comes back to you. Island Man came back to me when suddenly I realised I hadn't heard birds singing outside. Not once since I've been here. As insignificant as that seems- its crushed a little piece of me, and the longing for home has increased tenfold.
and island man wakes up
to the sound of blue surf
in his head
the steady breaking and wombing
wild sea birds
and fishermen pushing out to sea
the sun surfacing defiantly
from the east
of his small emerald island
he always comes back groggily groggily
Comes back to sands
of a grey metallic soar
to surge of wheels
to dull north circular roar
his crumpled pillow waves
island man heaves himslef
Another London day
- Listening to: Push- Horrorshow