First there's foundation, then some powder so you don't look shiny on camera, than some red for your cheeks which have disappeared under the foundation and the powder, then a touch of eye shadow so that you look even less dead, then some mascara, then clear lip gloss so that your mouth isn't buried in imitation skin colour. What a farce.
When I finished I sat in my room going over some lines. Mum came in with a book called Big Weather: Poems of Wellington which I bought when we lived there 7 years ago. She wanted to read me a poem called 'Common Oak, Europe' by Stephanie de Montalk. The poem ends with the title tree
wondering whether life would be better
as a willow oak
tulip oak
or river oak
accepting that an airy
and ornamental image
is not necessarily a substitute
for the setting of oars
and the gathering of winds
in ancient seas
knowing
that mention of European ancestry
although helpful
is unlikely to carry weight
in a garden of tree ferns.
...
And finally, tonight is the last night of Moonlight Cinema. No more 7-nights-a-week for me for at least another year.
This all seems to tie in nicely with ideas I have about 2009 as my year of living vegetatively. I can't be screwed with this whole make-up-and-bad-scripts audition biz. It's awful. And I can't be screwed with working the ludicrous hours I've been working throughout uni and then since I returned from Europe. But, I can definitely be screwed with writing more, and learning French, and doing some theatre, and living quietly in my new Abbotsford house with a wee garden and two lovely boys. Hippiedom - or sleep - here I come.
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