Tango

People call her La Cumparsita
They will tell you there’s no one sweeter
You would love her, if you should meet her
She’s the loveliest senorita.

There is no one who can compare
With her dark eyes and her shining hair
With her you’ll know that
Your life would be complete

All alone he walked the dark streets
Across the sky the clouds were chasing.
The sound of voices
Footsteps behind
Set his heart racing!

In this place he vowed to meet her.
How could he know she would betray him?

(He saw the flash of steel)
No more her love he’ll feel
And never more you’ll hear him say:

People call her La Cumparsita-sita
They will tell you there’s no one sweeter-sweeter
You would love her if you should meet her-meet her
She is the loveliest senorita

There is no one who can compare
With her dark eyes and her bright and shining hair
With her you’ll know
Your life would be complete.



* To be performed on 3rd May 2018 for TH opening*

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille:

I am a scentless apprentice.

I don't smell like butter; my smell is like no other.

Electrolytes smell like semen.

I lie in the soil and fertilize mushrooms.

Open letter to the Scentless Apprentice:

I am the Plum Girl.

My sweat smells as fresh as the sea breeze.

The tallow of my hair smell as sweet as nut oil.

My genitals are as fragrant as a bouquet of waterlilies.

My skin smells like apricot blossoms.

I am the higher principle: The pattern by which others must be ordered.

Your life would have no meaning unless you possessed me.

* Words borrowed from Patrick Suskind and Nirvana*

Adlestrop

Yes.  I remember Adlestrop—

The name, because one afternoon

Of heat the express-train drew up there

Unwontedly.  It was late June.

The steam hissed.  Someone cleared his throat.

No one left and no one came

On the bare platform. What I saw

Was Adlestrop—only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,

And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,

No whit less still and lonely fair

Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang

Close by, and round him, mistier,

Farther and farther, all the birds

Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

By Edward Thomas