I ate jelly for the first time in ages, and I still make it go sleeshy-sleeshy-sleesh between my teeth.

This has been an enlightening day for me.

Earlier in conversation, I referred to The Human Centipede as The Human Caterpillar.

I think I got it muddled with The Very Hungry Caterpillar

…
or maybe it hit me that the film has been an adaptation all along

Peter Gabriel — Come Talk To Me (Secret World Live)

The wretched desert
takes its form,
the jackal, proud and tight.
In search of you,
I feel my way
through slowest, heaving night.

Whatever fear invents,
I swear it makes no sense.
I reach out through the border fence.
Come down, come talk to me…

The song itself starts at about 0:56 and I reckon you should give it a listen. It’s beautiful. The lyrics are brilliant, the performance is great and Paula Cole duets magnificently.

There’s also a Bon Iver cover floating around if that’s more to your taste.

034. In the morning, I try to not talk for as long as possible

in the hope that my first words of the day will be meaningful but, usually, they end up being good morning or hey or some such or I accidentally sing in the shower instead of just mouthing a song.

I use a Word document as a catch-all place to paste stuff I want to refer to/keep for later. Currently, it features

  • fledgling efforts at poems, or thoughts/lines to turn into poems,
  • input text for R and Matlab, and
  • unflattering Skype screenshots of my girlfriend,

but what other eclectic marvels will this digital repository accumulate? Tune in next time for another thrilling installment.

My girlfriend has sent off her UCAS

haha

you heard it here first

hahahahaha!

‘Curtain’Apr 2013 Hello, me again. In a continuation of a post from last November, I thought I would publish another poem I’ve be working on. I present ‘Curtain’. I started it in the dying hours of February, left it for a bit, and over the last few days I picked it up again. If you haven’t already and you plan on doing so, I ask you to give it a read before continuing to my blurb. Its history boils down to my thinking about how some days are good days and some days are not so good; a shocking realisation, I know, but valid nonetheless. I wanted to represent that duality in a poetry somehow and my reading-around led me to the idea of writing a poem whose meaning depends on how it is read. It is that notion that primarily governs the visual organisation of ‘Curtain’. Left-to-right and top-to-bottom are natural directions for our (Western) eyes to read. Correspondingly, one of the things I’ve tried to do is write the poem so that it flows in either direction. Your eyes follow the rising sense of optimism when you read upwards, and lose it when reading downwards. It’s not groundbreaking but I like the effect it incorporates. As always, I welcome any (constructive) criticism you have and any comments you’d like to make. This is a poem I feel I would like to revisit in the future, so whatever feedback I receive will be greatly appreciated. Thank you, —Joe

‘Curtain’
Apr 2013

Hello, me again. In a continuation of a post from last November, I thought I would publish another poem I’ve be working on. I present ‘Curtain’. I started it in the dying hours of February, left it for a bit, and over the last few days I picked it up again. If you haven’t already and you plan on doing so, I ask you to give it a read before continuing to my blurb.

Its history boils down to my thinking about how some days are good days and some days are not so good; a shocking realisation, I know, but valid nonetheless. I wanted to represent that duality in a poetry somehow and my reading-around led me to the idea of writing a poem whose meaning depends on how it is read. It is that notion that primarily governs the visual organisation of ‘Curtain’. Left-to-right and top-to-bottom are natural directions for our (Western) eyes to read. Correspondingly, one of the things I’ve tried to do is write the poem so that it flows in either direction. Your eyes follow the rising sense of optimism when you read upwards, and lose it when reading downwards. It’s not groundbreaking but I like the effect it incorporates.

As always, I welcome any (constructive) criticism you have and any comments you’d like to make. This is a poem I feel I would like to revisit in the future, so whatever feedback I receive will be greatly appreciated.

Thank you,

—Joe

In case anyone cares, tonight my dad (finally) finished the last of the Elbow beer that I ordered a year and a bit ago.

On my provisional transcript containing the marks for my January exams, I think what’s happened is it has succeeded my name with my course title completely written-out, but it’s meant that it’s titled

Mr Joseph Allen, Mathematics Bachelor of Science with Honours

which makes me sound a lot more bamf than I feel.

Here’s something pretty cool from over at the Literary Gift Company: NovelPosters.  They’re exactly what they sound like — novels printed on a single page — but each one from their range of (currently) eleven uses the text to make an image. For Alice in Wonderland, the poster depicts Alice playing flamingo croquet; for The Odyssey, it shows Odysseus’ ship lost at sea.

Yes, it’s a simple idea, and yes, it’s probably been done before, but I still really like them

Mer Chrim

fuckyeahelbow: We got paid in hats! Merry Christmas!

fuckyeahelbow:

We got paid in hats!

Merry Christmas!

Still wrapping presents on Christmas day itself
like a pro

Guess who’s coming home today

…

chloeesi:

RT Podcast→ Gavin & Joe

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Gavin may be my spirit animal… The more I think about it, the more similar I realise we are

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Joe        ::       nineteen, straight, taken,
maths student, London periphery. I go by
joedoesnumbers, formerly joe-blogs and
ithrowthistothewind.

Elbow, Frank Turner, Shane Koyczan, Panic! at the Disco, Kings of Leon, Jack's Mannequin, Florence + the Machine, Laura Boyle.

Doctor Who, Sherlock, HIGNFY, WLIIA?, Peep Show, Thunderbirds, Captain Scarlet, The IT Crowd, Garth Marenghi's Darkplace, Father Ted, Futurama, and occasionally HIMYM.

Guy Garvey's Finest Hour (especially
because, once, the song I recommended got
played). Here's some proof. I can't even.

Guild Wars 2 (R), Guild Wars (R/Mo, Rt/R), Starcraft (Terran), Chrome, n-game, SkiFree.

Gaunt's Ghosts, Eisenhorn, Ravenor, Dan Abnett, Warhammer 40K, reading, writing, maths, French, physics, semi-colons in texts, correcting bad grammar, too many annoying habits, missing the past.

I follow back (most of the time). I'm that cool.


...and finally: I spent 2011 writing
a poem each day, every day for the
entire year. You should check that out.

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