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Carrie Fisher - "The Princess Diaries"

While somewhat entertaining, it's a very superficial account of her work on the first Star Wars films and her affair with Harrison Ford. The writing style is light hearted, but it becomes a bit of a trick after a while. Listening to her is okay, but too often exclamations out of surprise! wonder! fear! uncertainty!! Very American?

music - bbc6 - gideon coe

Castles in the Sky has created the "Isolation Cassette Tapes" and the "Isolation Tapes Compact Disc" Heard a few tracks and seems amazing, particularly * ffion - "This Limbo" * Imperfect Stranger - "Hymn To The Sun" Now, live again, Lewsberg - "Through the Garden" Misty in Roots - "Peace and Love" (BBC session 15/09/1980)

Philip Larkin - "Aubade"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDr_SRhJs80 Aubade By Philip Larkin I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what’s really always there: Unresting death, a whole day nearer now, Making all thought impossible but how And where and when I shall myself die. Arid interrogation: yet the dread Of dying, and being dead, Flashes afresh to hold and horrify. The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse —The good not done, the love not given, time Torn off unused—nor wretchedly because An only life can take so long to climb Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never; But at the total emptiness for ever, The sure extinction that we travel to And shall be lost in always. Not to be here, Not to be anywhere, And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true. This is a special way of being afraid No trick dispels. Religion used to try, That vast moth-eaten musical brocade Created to pretend we never die, And specious stuff that says No rational being Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing That this is what we fear—no sight, no sound, No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with, Nothing to love or link with, The anaesthetic from which none come round. And so it stays just on the edge of vision, A small unfocused blur, a standing chill That slows each impulse down to indecision. Most things may never happen: this one will, And realisation of it rages out In furnace-fear when we are caught without People or drink. Courage is no good: It means not scaring others. Being brave Lets no one off the grave. Death is no different whined at than withstood. Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape. It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know, Have always known, know that we can’t escape, Yet can’t accept. One side will have to go. Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring Intricate rented world begins to rouse. The sky is white as clay, with no sun. Work has to be done. Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

Camilla Bruce - "You Let Me In"

Dark sort-of fairytale of a girl who has a faery friend Pepperjack: he drinks her blood, he makes love to her. Her family tells her she's mad, but all through her life she keeps believing. And gruesome deaths happen in the family. Quite dark story about child abuse and the mental walls/worlds the human mind pulls up when threatened/abused all through their life.

Tennessee Williams - "A Streetcar Named Desire" (play, book)

Gripping story of Blance DuBois, who has lost her Belle estate, goes to her sister Stella since she has nowhere to go, being driven out out Laurel after indecent behaviour with many men and a 17 yo boy. Read the play. Harrowing. Saw the Young Vic recording with Gillian Anderson, amazing. But harsh.