I hadn’t realised it had been over 2 months since my last entry! College has been busy though, but there were a few things I wanted to do to this blog before I wrote anymore posts and have only just got around to doing them. Firstly, I upgraded my WordPress to the latest version which I’d been putting off for too long (‘cos I didn’t know how to do it). I had hoped that this would stem the increasing tide of blog spam that I get but, all to no avail. Next (which I guess I would have had to do sooner or later) was to find a suitable spam plugin and rid myself once and for all of the scourge that stalks my email inbox nearly every time I check it. Sometimes I get about 50 in one go, mostly from Russia! It’s driving me nuts! So, all apologies to anyone (which is unlikely, I admit) who has commented on a post and it has not appeared. I have tended to delete any comments wholesale now because of all the spam. BUT, now my spam plugin has been installed, I hope to be spam free.
Now that all that has been sorted (and I await anxiously for my next visit to email country) there’ll be a few more posts peppering the months between now and the day I shuffle off this mortal coil. Hmmmm………that reminds me of a song that reminds me of some John Waterhouse paintings, hehe.
If anyone has seen the new Peter Jackson film ‘The Lovely Bones’ you will have heard this song by This Mortal Coil with the very wonderful Elizabeth Frazer from the Cocteau Twins on vocals. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! The original, btw, was by Tim Buckley.
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang “Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you.”
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lorn on your rocks.
For you sang, “Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow.”
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I’m as puzzled as a newborn child.
I’m as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: “Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you.”
“Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you.”
Until next time,