One of the themes for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is memories, which – appropriately enough – reminded me of this poignant ode to the all too brief innocence of childhood. From Pink Floyd’s 1968 ‘Saucerful Of Secrets’ album and written by keyboard player Richard Wright. Remember a day before todayA day when you were…
“A work of art is the only means of regaining lost time” – Proust: ‘Time Regained’ (Le Temps Retrouvé) – – – – – – – – – – – #1linerWeds 17 February 2021
“And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it” – Marcel Proust: ‘Swann’s Way’ (Du côte de chez Swann) – – – – – – – – – #1liner Weds 29 January 2020
“Preserve your memories/They’re all that’s left you” Usually, for Helen’s Song Lyric Sunday challenges I end up going with the first or second title that comes to mind. However, for this week’s theme of ‘picture/photograph’ I had to delve down to number four on my list. Number one was ‘Photograph’ by Ringo Starr; if that’s…
“You and I have memories/longer than the road that lies ahead” – ‘Two Of Us’, by Paul McCartney (credited to Lennon & McCartney), from the album ‘Let It Be’ – – – – – – – Last week’s One-Liner was about the future, so in the interests of editorial balance here’s one about the…
This week, Helen at This Thing Called Life One Word At A Time has challenged us to post a set of song lyrics that ‘surrounds a happy memory’. I suppose you could take this one of two ways: either a song that holds links to a personal happy memory (so could, theoretically, be about anything)…
For one who has turned self-effacement into an art form, ‘doing’ this blog doesn’t come naturally, especially when – inevitably – little autobiographical details emerge from time to time. Nonetheless, today I’m going to lift the veil just a little bit more. Rest assured that absolutely no self-aggrandisement is intended. I’d frankly rather pull out my own teeth than start vanity publishing.…
I’ve always been attached to my hair – and thankfully my hair has always been attached to me. I was born yelling lustily and sporting a good headful of hair. Of course I don’t remember that but there’s an obvious parallel with my earliest memory, which was equally traumatic to me (although I suspect my mother…
Today’s instalment of ‘365 Days of Writing Prompts’ tells us to write a post about the first thought we had when we woke up this morning. Well, I’m not going to do that – mainly because I can’t remember what it was – but it has prompted me to revisit something that has been sitting…
It’s been said that everyone can remember where they were when they heard that President Kennedy had been assassinated. Although it’s fifty years ago now, almost exactly, I certainly can. Even as an eleven-year old, less than three months out of primary school, I was aware that this was a momentous and tragic event. Of…
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