Wednesday, 30 July 2008

Damn, blast and bugger

I was going to type up my journal of my trip to Mozambique. That was meant to be my next post.

However, last week, I put all my favourite belongings in a suitcase and left it on the train. Some things were easily replacable - toiletries, make-up, etc - though I could do without the expense. Some things are harder to replace because of expense or availability: my laptop, my Riverside Chaucer, my Kate Rusby traditional folk sheet music, my phone charger, my camera-to-computer link-up cable. And some things are irreplacable: an 80 page letter from a friend, the music and photos and documents on the laptop, most of my clothes, my beautiful Bible I bought in Johannesburg and, of course, the Mozambique journal. I've phoned every train company and station in the country, nearly, and it seems to have been stolen. So that's that.

The online journal (, for those who have been following it, is going to be inactive for a while. I'm going to leave it open because I anticipate future mission trips. In the mean time, All Things Jesus will be over at St. Pixels, the online church ( I have a blog there. I'm "Laura Mary" if anyone wants to find me.

This couldn't have come at a worse time. Depression has hit. I'm irritable; I don't want to see anyone or do anything; tasks are impossible; difficulties insurmountable; faith dead; suicide tempting (but not happening); sleep evasive... Blah. I feel very sorry for my family, living with me at the moment. The helpfullest things at the moment are my boyfriend's voice on the end of the phone and distraction, when I can manage it.

Ah well, I still have lots of unfinished, literary-type posts. This place won't go empty.

Wednesday, 23 July 2008

The Poet's Job

Two perspectives on "the poet's job:"

"It's the poet's job to figure out what's happening within oneself, to figure out the connection between the self and the world, and to get it down in words that have a certain shape, that have a chance of lasting."
~Galway Kinnell

"But the poet's job is, after all, to translate God's poem... into words."
~Babbette Deutsch

What would you say was "the poet's job?" I'm quite tempted to say, "to write poetry, and hang the rest!" Do you think that the poet has a specific social responsibility? To educate and enlighten? To inspire compassion for others? To comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable? To bring about social improvement, in a Lyrical Ballads kind of way? Is it legitimate to write only for oneself and to publish only for one's ego? And does that effect what you choose to write?

Saturday, 19 July 2008

In a puff of smoke...

... she reappears.

And, not only that, she reappears with photos of her trip: here, here and here.

Once I've typed it up, there will also be a Mozambique journal for your amusement.

I've been back over a week already. Sorry you've not heard from me - I had a month's worth of correspondence and so many little fiddly things to sort out. I was also dealing with culture shock and getting over a stomach infection. I'm okay now, though!