Poem of the month

I decided on this little monthly feature on my blog as poetry actually inspires me when I'm under the weather or just lacking inspiration on my personal and college projects.
But most of all, I wanted to start off with one of my most loved poems that has carried me through my teenage years, being my ever constant companion when searching for the idea of love and romance. Being the 15 year old romantic fanatic as I was.

Here, I present "Having A Coke With You" by Frank O'Hara.

Having a Coke with You
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
by Frank O’Hara

Happy mid-week.

Madison xxx

Beautiful and Damned

I'm a big Fitzgerald fan, I've read his beautifully done American novels, listened to his audiobook when I was young and was delightfully exposed to Baz Luhrmann's brilliant adaptation of The Great Gatsby, controversial topic I know but I absolutely adore it. But I had never read his Beautiful and Damned which put me to shame so as my birthday approached I knew what I was going to ask for. So on the 7th, I opened the shiny paper to receive a really lovely copy of the Fitzgerald's novel.

The story line is set in the roaring 20's, depicting a beautiful, luxurious and chaotic plot between the newly rich, young man: Anthony Patch and his newly wedded wife Gloria, delving into the themes of money, the Jazz Age and intimacy. It just promised to ooze decadence an delight.

It proved me right. The beginning showed Patch's early and swift beginnings as a blossoming gentleman with riches, education and charm at his side. Meeting the beautiful but troubled Gloria, the two begin a romantic involvement, evolving into a quick marriage.
It shows the struggle these two young people have with the decadence and the passion that the jazz age represented.

The book was grand, glamorous and really shoed the full idea of the "American dream" and highly underrated. It's quite and easy and enjoyable read. Especially if you love the 20's era as much as I certainly do.

To get it cheaper and quicker, head over to Amazon right now to get a first or second hand copy in time for Christmas:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/books-used-books-textbooks/b?ie=UTF8&node=266239

Book score: 8/10

Right, I'll be off to invest in jewel headpieces and Mary-Jane T-bar heels.

Madison xxx

Anxiety and Burritos

Okay so three weeks ago, I officially closed the chapter on my childhood and legally entered the whole of adulthood. And now as a fully fledged "adult" I can honestly say it sucks massively.

I don't know what I was expecting in truth, I really don't know. Balloons? Fireworks? All my big life decisions just magically resolve for me? Well none of that happened and I can say I feel most positively younger than I feel 3 weeks ago. I feel like I'm about to enter high school again, all gawky with braces, greasy hair, social anxiety and no bloody clue what to do with my self. It's come back around to hit me in the face.
I'm leaving 6th form next summer and then plonked in to real life. Where they are no rules, exams, sick-days, lessons, no designated bench where all your friends go to for lunch times, no more scrolling through tumblr without guilt for not paying bills and doing work or whatever. I'm going to have to deal with it all on my own and not having a net under me to catch me. It's bloody scary and I feel like I am being fed to the sharks.

And no amount of coffee, music, literature or burrito meals can make it evaporate. But I guess this is one step to realising this is life and I actually have to start doing things myself, because it's not going to be offered to me through a link on tumblr.
I had this talk with a friend the other day and my issue is I'm all talking and over-thinking. So from this day forward, I'm actually going to make a massive effort on this feminist, review blog and also on my main fashion, styling blog by getting involved with social media, magazine reviews and to really get in to getting a audience.

So if you are interested and want to get involved with my developments, I suggest you keep an eye out on this and my other blog for exciting news.

What you can look forward to is music and social reviews, creating food and drinks, advice, feminist news etc.

Love
Madison xxx