Cover Update

I have updated the cover of my Poetry Collection “My Mind The Menace”, while the first cover I made looked brilliant up close on my computer screen, It really didn’t look that great as a thumbnail, which really is extremely important. So i’ve made a new one and uploaded it, Tell me what you think!

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fancy lineresizeMy Mind The Menace is my publishing debut. Here I have put together a collection of poems from my darker moments to show that no emotion is permanent and moving forward is always possible. I have chosen them because of what they mean to me. I warn you that some of the poems are raw and unrefined.

Do You Dare to Take a Look Into My Mind!!!

$0.99 US @ Smashwords; can be downloaded as a epub, mobi, pdf, rtf, irf, pdb & txt (Now I know what the first three are and use them, but haven’t a clue what the other formats are for LOL)

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/423080

I’ve also now have “My Mind The Menace” on Amazon (Cover Made with KDP).

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$0.99 US @ Amazon; can be downloaded straight from/ to your Kindle or Kindle app.

http://www.amazon.com.au/My-Mind-The-Menace-Collection-ebook/dp/B00KDU8EZA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1400296905&sr=1-1

 

Last Kiss

As I was driving to drop my son off at daycare yesterday before work I had my iPhone on shuffle and Pearl Jam’s version of Last Kiss came on, one of my all-time favourite songs. Now I Love the 1961 original By J. Frank Wilson but feel the 1999 Pearl Jam version is more passionate.

So this got me thinking about my all-time loved songs. So I sat in the car park before I took my son inside and scribed down the first Ten songs that jumped into mind. Now I love listening to music and if I really sat down with time to think I know I would come up with more like 200+ all-time favourites, but I thought I’d share this list as it was the first ten off the top of my head.

It wasn’t till I sat down to type this out I was horrified to realise that Stevie Wright’s Evie part one, two & three,  AS WELL AS Deep Purple’s Sweet Child of Time were missing, two of what I would consider top top top of my list (My mother will be disappointed in me for forgetting them). But I’ll stick the rushed scribbled ten for this experiment – and I wonder what they say about me – Thoughts anyone??

Last Kiss – Pearl Jam http://youtu.be/4447lT5GQOk

Lithium – Nirvana http://youtu.be/RIQ4tkfysn8

Sinnerman – Nina Simone http://youtu.be/Bn5tiuZU4JI

Stand By Me – Ben E King http://youtu.be/Vbg7YoXiKn0

Live It Up – 360 http://youtu.be/O9ZmEA7UJX8

Nothing On My Mind – Paul Kelly http://youtu.be/IREBNzEKzFY (fighting the bull is one thing, fighting bullshit’s another, you know what I’m saying the bull shit just never seems to die)

Downbound Train – Bruce Springsteen http://youtu.be/Nc_mv46NwT4

Chain Of Fools – Aretha Franklin http://youtu.be/gGAiW5dOnKo

Holding Out For A Hero – Bonnie Tyler http://youtu.be/7f_HsjpSVaI

Follow That Dream – Elvis http://youtu.be/Am05yZehlAM

What is the Top Ten that spring (without too much thought) to your mind??

Siblings

To give Riley a sibling or not to give Riley a sibling – that is the question!

My husband Shane and I had decided that we would have one more. I’ve even been telling people when they ask “when’s the next one coming” that we be trying again next year after our Cape Trip in July/August. Riley would be just over two years old by that point, so he’d be somewhere over three by the time the second child came along.

I am an only child and I always dreamt of having a brother, but like a best mate brother. Initially after having Riley I was so traumatised, I was firm that I was NEVER HAVING ANYMORE. Once I managed to get over thinking that my body had failed me (36 hours of labour, 2 hours of pushing & then had to have an emergency C-section to get the stuck bugger out). It took me a good six months to get over it and realise, umm no your body didn’t fail you, look at that beautiful happy healthy baby boy, yeah your body made that, your body is an awesome miracle maker. From the moment I met Riley I knew he was worth it, but it took me that extra six months to realise I am strong enough to do it again. Women, we are so wonderfully awesome.

My dad comes from a large family and always wanted more than one kid, he’s often joked that he wants 6 -8 grandchildren, yeah not happening buddy. My mum thinks one is a good number, speaking from the experience of only having to cart me around traveling, camping etc.

We took Riley on his first camping trip over Easter and it all went wonderfully, but we’d majorly have to rethink our sleeping arguments and probably have to tow a trailer for all the a extra gear we’d need for two – but that’s minor stuff and I can figure that out when the time comes.

What’s really got me in a funk and has always worried me is Shane’s younger and only sibling Michael. The hell the two of them put their mother through infuriates me! I’m constantly saying to Shane “remember all that shit we went through during labour, feeding in the middle of the night, red bums and constant screaming, Yeah your mum did all that shit you”. When I was set firm on not having a second I made the joke “I got the Shane in Riley, the older brother, even though he can be winey and sooky, he’s mostly a calm happy baby and I don’t want the Michael, the second son, bonces of the walls, short temper, happy only when things go his way. Michael’s son is exactly like him, scares me. Hell I’m very much like him, I bounce of walls, I have a short temper, BUT I have more respect for others and I’d like to think I don’t always have to have things my way, but I’m sure others would say different.

So my husband and his brother don’t have a good relationship and that scares me. I don’t want to give Riley a little brother that’s going to drive him crazy all the time, I want to give him a best friend for life. I look at my cousins, the care and concern one of them has for his older brother. I was recently at one of my cousin’s weddings and the love between him and his little sister just melted me, made me go YES I must give Riley this. Then all this shit with Shane’s family flares up again. SO HELP ME what the fuck am I meant to do. I’m an only child I don’t get it!!! What makes you mates and what makes you enemies. Shane and Michael had separate rooms growing up, but shared a lot of similar interests, sailing, archery etc. My father shared a room with two of his brothers and they survived. My mum shared a room with her sister and I’ve never really heard stories of them fighting. Does the joint room thing make any difference? Riley and the new baby would have their own room. I like my own space so feel I should give them theirs.

I look at the bad times and go, hell no I don’t want this doubled, then I look at the good times and go, YES I want this doubled. But really what it boils down to is I want to give Riley the best life possible. I thought he needed siblings for that, that if I don’t give him a brother or sister he’ll be alone. But the bullshit between Shane and his brother makes me think otherwise 😦 Oh the dramas of a developed nation – Any who tell me your thoughts?

Who out there was an only child went and had siblings, would you suggest it?

Who out there had siblings that decided NO only to have one?

How did your siblings shape you?

How many Children have you got or are hoping to have and why?

Riley’s First Camping Trip

Capture.22PNGMy Husband Shane and I spent this Easter taking our Son Riley, who is now almost 10 months old, for his first ever camping trip.

It was also the first camping trip for our 80. When Riley was born we sold our beloved Nissan Patrol single cab Ute, which we had perfectly set up for our style of camping and 4wding and we purchased a Toyota 80 series Landcruiser, which we are in the process of setting up family style.

On Thursday we got up, got ourselves and Riley ready, loaded up the 80 and headed up to Narrabri. We made fairly good time and Riley was an Angel on the 400klm – 6 hour journey. We managed to get our brand new Roof Top Tent set up without much drama considering it was our first attempt at doing so. Once we had everything set up we realised we had forgotten to bring sugar and our pillows, dang it!

On Friday I sat around read and relaxed, Shane went fishing and Riley made some new friends – This is pretty much what we did the whole time.10170931_1425931957662166_3131954294624548325_n

On Saturday night the boys had their Camp oven cook off – An event that happens between my dad and our mates Don and Matthew each camping trip. They cooked off, with my dad and Mathew making beef stews and Don a Lamb stew. No one could decide a winner but we all stuffed ourselves silly with the outstanding creations.

Shane then attempted to make a chocolate damper for desert, a perfect way to christen our brand new camp oven, but he slipped while removing the lid the whole thing got covered in ash and embers, although no one was deterred the damper was shook off and eaten anyway “She’ll be right mate” “just a bit of extra crunch”.

On Sunday it was my Dad’s 56th birthday so a concoction of red wine and rum was partaken in.

On Monday Riley took six whole steps buy himself and then proceeded to take a few here and there. He took a few more once we got home, boy is it weird to see him wobble and walk – he’s growing up way too fast.

Riley has fast become a terrific camper, he slept well and enjoyed playing with leaves, dirt and dogs the whole time. The fishing wasn’t as plentiful as the boys would have liked, but you can’t have everything. We slept up the top of the roof top tent with Riley down the bottom in a porta-cot. I’d spent the two weeks prior putting him to sleep in the porta-cot at home to get him used to it and it seems to have paid off. He’d flight sleep during the day, but slept quite well at night, possibly because he’s so exhausted from his adventures.

10277009_1426698347585527_3840396842785608338_nOn Tuesday we headed home and yet again Riley Impressed us with his traveling abilities.

Macavity’s not there

This is a post I wrote for Robert Zimmerman’s Authors We love Series:

Authors We Love: Sarah Fairbairn on T.S. Eliot

TS-Eliot-007As soon as I read or hear the name T.S. Eliot my mind starts singing “Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity, for he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity’’.

Ok so now I’m humming and bopping in my seat – Before we go any further I’m going to chuck some T.S. Eliot Quotes at you:

‘’Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things’’.

‘’Those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go’’.

‘’If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?’’

Now here are some base facts about the man that was: Thomas Stearns Eliot was born on the 26th of September 1888 and died on the 4th of January 1965. Thomas was an essayist, publisher, playwright, literary and social critic and one of the twentieth century’s major poets. He was born in St. Louis, Missouri in the United States but later he moved to the United Kingdom.

What he means to me: I have this little poem book by Thomas called Old Possum’s book of practical cats. Yes it’s a book of poems on cats. Yes CATS. I’ve had this book as long as I can remember, my mother used to read it to be before bed and now I read it to my son. My favourite poem of is – take a guess – YEP Macavity (I even have a musical version I put on and dance and sing around the kitchen to). Now I know he wrote a lot more variety and more meaningful works than Macavity, but it’s what connected be to him as a child. I can remember going to see the musical when I was younger with my parents and grandparents. The Christmas after we all had saw the musical I convinced my mum to buy my grandmother the CATS musical official CD collection and on Christmas day I danced around my grandmothers lounge room as she sang along.

I’m still signing in my head “You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square – but when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!’’kittykat

SelfieMe: Sarah Fairbairn. I’m a full time Mum and Wife, a part time accounts admin clerk and a whenever I can blogger and poet. I’ve just published my First Poetry eBook My Mind The Menace and I have a second in progress.

You can connect with me at (I always like meeting and talking to new people):

My Blog: http://sarahalison27.org/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SarahAlison27

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SarahAlison27

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Banjo Paterson Australian Bush Poet Extraordinair

This is a post I wrote for Robert Zimmerman’s Authors We love Series:

 Authors We Love: Sarah Fairbairn On A. B. ‘Banjo’ Paterson

Banjo_PattersonBanjo Paterson, the bloke on the Aussie Ten Dollar note. One of the all-time most famous Australian poets. His poem Waltzing Matilda is our unofficial national anthem, and very nearly became our official national anthem but just lost out in a vote to Advance Australia Fair. His poems have been recorded as folk and country songs by many Aussie music artists over the years. Another one of his poems and one of my personal favourites ‘’The Man From Snowy River’’ inspired a movie of the same name.

Andrew Barton “Banjo” Paterson was born on the 17th of February in 1864 (Died 5th February 1941). He was born to Scottish immigrant parents on the property of “Narrambla”, near Orange, New South Wales. He spent much of his early life growing up on a farm and becoming familiar with the bush that he would later become so famous for writing about. He attended Sydney Grammar school and Sydney University studying law, not that anyone remembers that part of his life. There is not a child in Australia who doesn’t know his name. His works are taught quite young throughout the public school system.

But it wasn’t school that made me fall in love with Banjo’s humorous and affectionate poems written about early life in the Australian bush, It’s was my Scottish born Grandmother. My grandmother used to read to me his poems before bedtime and play musical versions of them in the car when she would drive me to school. I hear them or read them now and not only think of the beautiful, rugged, Aussie rural and outback imagery that Banjo manages to portray so magnificently, but also of my Grandmothers love for me and of this country.

My personal collection includes a compendium of his entire works and some of his poems that have been illustrated and turned into children’s picture books, brought to introduce my son to his world.

You could walk into most book shops in Australia and purchase something by him, but as for overseas readers The Book Depository will allow you to entre his world: http://www.bookdepository.com/search?searchTerm=Banjo+Paterson&search=Find+book

If you interested here is a YouTube clip of The Man from Snowy River spoken by Michael Edgley with images from the movie it inspired in the background. The section in the poem and the scene in the movie where the Man from Snowy River races over the mountain always sends a chill down my spine, pure Outback Aussie Hero. http://youtu.be/fs_-DKUimeo

I’ve also included a link to Clancy of the Overflow, myself and My Grandmother’s favourite Banjo poem. We can still sit together and recite it word for word the way we used to, around a campfire when I was younger. http://youtu.be/SSbm60mi7Bw

Me: Sarah Fairbairn. I’m a full time Mum and Wife, a part time accounts admin clerk andSelfie a whenever I can blogger and poet. I’ve just published my First Poetry eBook My Mind The Menace and I have a second in progress, as well as a short story collection.

You can connect with me at (I always like meeting and talking to new people):

My Blog: http://sarahalison27.org/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SarahAlison27

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SarahAlison27

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SarahAlison27

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Review on My Mind The Menace

Below is a review Stephan Attia posted
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‘My mind the menace’ by Sarah Fairbairn is an expressive, emotive, and intriguing book of poetry which shook me off balance and reminded me that life was meant for all humans to be cherished and enjoyed. The title, although subversive of the order of the mind, does not undermine Reason as the poetess in all of her poems made a point and delivered a message through an explosive fits of emotions. The poetess’s illusive madness is in fact reason, whereas the order of society, which is under a justifiable hefty criticism by the poetess, is in fact the epitome of madness. The deficient humanism in society is the cause of madness within the poetess. The mind of the poetess may seem at first impression diffused, disordered, and even erratic, but a further extensive read, and a subsequent deep analysis concludes that in fact the poetess is at balance and that she makes very much sense. Her fits of rage are in fact an utterance of humanism, and an indication of virtue and chastity. Bound by moral virtue the poetess naturally admonishes her friends, family, and society. Her super humanism, care for life, and her love for life render her a rebellious poetess. Her rebellion against the madness of the world and against the apathy of her surrounding mates is a war against vanity. It has been a joy for me to read and analyze this book.

Poems analysis:
The uniqueness of divine poetry is often embedded with humor. However, since this collection is at a preliminary stage of exploration, or what is often known as experimental poetry, I did not expect to find any traces of humor. Therefore I was quite surprised by the poem ‘Fire my friend’ as here the last five verses are funny punch lines. The subsequent poem ‘Fend for yourself’ proceeds with the humorous tone, as here the subject of the poetess’s rage, whom is immersed with sadistic apathy, so we learn also from other poems, is reprimanded. The rigorous outrage, however, is hilarious, particularly the fourth line, but there is a point at the end. The cry of the poetess is subversive of the inhuman vice of oblivion. She cares too much, thus when she is encountered with a person who does not care at all, her furious reprimand is justifiable. The reader identifies with the poetess because of her good heart and emotional care for life and for the beauties of life. In the subsequent poem ‘You seek’, which is, in my view, implying that the poetess is an emissary of the light, the humor is expressed in the last three lines of the poem. Her genuine emotions together with her love towards her subject allows her to give vent to the truth from her perspective, thus the punch lines arouse laughter through irony. In the poem ‘Stay or Stray’ there is another expression of the poetess’s wish to escape her horrible reality, but once more, she chooses to stay despite the hardships. The reader learns that she is a responsible parent, compassionate, and altruistic. Many of her harsh expressions throughout the book were made on the spur of the moment, but at the end of the day, the poetess chooses God over the devil, and altruism over selfishness, a fact which renders her admirable, altruistic and heroic. I really thought about the role of the poet here as a super human, or as an epic hero that was born to save mankind. Clearly she is a poetess of the redeemer type whom is misplaced in society. Her place is among the higher ranks of society, but sadly, since society is not a devout of moral virtue that she is bound to suffer. It is tragic in my view that poets are not accepted as moral leaders in society because of ignorance. The relationship of the poetess with the dark world is fascinating as she is in touch with her inner demons and knows how to control them, even though she expresses the complete opposite. In ‘My mind is the menace’ I felt that despite the poetess’s assertions of a rasped mind, it was in fact her good heart that was in a constant struggle. I felt that the way she handled her darkness in such a mild transmutation was in fact a success. Thus, despite her personal conclusion that darkness always triumphs over the light in regard to her emotions, she manages to prove the complete opposite, that the love of life itself is the light that cannot be consumed by darkness. The search of order in this poem reminded me about the first chapter of the bible, in Genesis, when the world was first created out of chaos. The erratic mind in this poem is influenced by a valiant heart that never gives up in the end. In ‘Words in my way’ I have enjoyed the rhymes at the last part of the poem. Although it feels as an experimental poem, it was nicely executed in emotion. I loved the soft tone embedded with the straightforward truth. I did not find any lies in this explosive collection, a fact which renders the poetess loyal and trustworthy a person. In ‘Rat Trap’ I felt for the poetess. Here, her emotional breakdown is subversive of a world of lies and hypocrisy, and subversive of oblivion, lack of compassion, and lack of humanism. This poem, therefore is advocating for humanism and emotion. Generally speaking, the utterances of fury and expressions of rage in language are mere genuine feelings of unrest and frustration, but not without a good reason. The poetess always explains the reasons for her rage, a fact which brings the readers closer to a sensible understanding of her anger. The last poem in this collection ‘Back to shore’ is a genuine cry for help and solidarity. Other moralists will naturally react to the call of the poetess and give her hand and accompany her to the shore of salvation. I have enjoyed the spirit of parenthood and the loyalty of the mother to the laws of nature in the poem ’26 years old’. As a parent I have felt that her child here is a winner of a great mother, as she will nourish her child with love and care. It was a poem of loyalty despite the grumble of a typical poet. ‘Shame’ was an interesting poem, as here the blitz against the unthankful oblivious subject has to do with unreciprocated love and responsibility. It is a poem subversive of neglect, apathy, and spiritual death. ‘This shallow reflection’ is a very critical poem, although I very much disagree with the first line of the poem. The tones of a heartbreak and disappointment reach the climax in the punch line. The dilemma which accompanies the poetess throughout the book is fiercely expressed in ‘Arms around me’. However, despite her mental torture and horrible state of mind she manages always to survive the situation and heal herself. That is a sign of fortitude and endurance. The poem, which I believe really exposes the strength of faith of the poetess here is ‘Slave’, as her rebellion against darkness is in fact rewarded with a final victory. Her victory is in her love of life, in Carpe Diem, and in the fact that she overcomes despair. She lost many battles, but she has always won the war of salvation against vanity; A fact which renders her a savior. Her explosive humanism is a result of her adherence to everlasting love and to the principles of salvation. Her rebellious nature and her true agenda, which is to destroy the polarity of vanity, are also noticed in the powerful poem ‘Tear it down’ as here her straightforward declaration of war is against the kingdom of vain pride. Moreover, this poem is also subversive of the system of man and of the order of society. Basically her declaration of war is against madness which stems from vanity. Therefore the poetess cannot, and will not, conform to a society which enslaves people to lose their true meaning in life, and/or to become automatons. The poetess is subversive of dogmatism and automatism, as she professes for life and advocate for salvation through higher individualism. She lives the moment and that is why she suffers so much, as all those around her have been consumed by vanity. They don’t feel what she feels, because they are asleep in vanity. ‘Dollar’ is another poem which consolidates the poetess rebellion against the system of man, as here many people are subordinated to the money system. But the poetess here goes deeper in her reproach and criticizes the fact that people worship money. She further implies that money is the reason for the madness and oppression of everybody. Even her husband is subjected to her criticism against vanity, but because she is a leader in the moral sphere such a conflict is inevitable as he lacks the insight to fathom her true role in life, which is to lead in morals. The poetess is paradoxically a pathfinder whom is stuck in a lost world. Not because she does not know the way, for she knows the way. But she is stuck because she is deprived from the opportunity to follow her true vocation, because of the primitive dogmas and ignorance of contemporary society. In this poem it is clear that the poetess is a dove of peace that abides by divine law. Her criticism against money is both impressive and admirable. I should remark here that it was a comfort for me to read that despite all the harsh criticism, the poetess never considered her husband, family, and/or friends as enemies. Despite her hard time she lives in unity and harmony with them. The reader should not be judgmental in regard to the use of language in ‘Bad call’ as here the rage of the poetess is associated with the tone of depression. Here the betrayal of her partner and the disappointment that follows justifies her rage. Justice is running deep within the poetess. In the subsequent poem ‘Blue’ I have enjoyed the alliteration and rhymes. However, the strongest assertion of the poetess’s true character appears, in my view, in the poem ‘Hate you’. Her virtue of forgiveness and healing nature seal the poem and in fact nullifies the title. At the end of the day, despite of all the pain, rage, and sufferings, the poetess returns to the oasis of love. This poem reminded me about the second testament in regard to the principle of universal love. However, the poetess’s hot temper and fits of rage do not weaken her boons, but on the contrary. The poetess refuses to yield to apathy, oppression, and/or to injustice, and therefore she makes noise, rebels and whines, criticizes and scolds. She is the equivalent of an erupted volcano, only that the lava here is in fact love. The first line of ‘One day in bed’ is a very interesting declaration of non conformism. Solitude becomes a middle ground, but calling her non conformism sin only reminds the reader how rugged is the law of man in comparison with the law of nature. The poetess’s adherence to nature and to the love of life is at endless conflict with human society, because human society lacks love and compassion. The rhythm and emotional drift in ‘The land of Z’ were enjoyable, whereas in the subsequent poem ‘Teenage games’ it was the sense of motion and change which provoked the mind of the reader. Here I really felt the hidden message of Carpe Diem as life is a very brief moment and full of changes, like the currents of the sea or like the wind in the sky. In ‘Way out of bounds’ the sense of betrayal and the deep pain involved resurfaces, to suggest that poetry for the poetess is a healer. ‘Day’ was an interesting poem to analyze as here the rhymes and the mild tempo were compatible with the mood, which was somewhat a bland of melancholy tinged with an epic notion. ‘Food’ surprised me in the valiant separation between the material world and the spiritual world. The poetess is definitely metaphysical and her awareness of food’s damage to her body and soul in instructive. I thought that it was not a coincidence that the poetess used the word evil in association with money and food in this collection, as both money and food corrupts mankind and are the roots of evil when abuse is involved. The poetess advocates for the balance and not for the loss of it. Hence, her poetry is subversive of materialism, as it promotes higher values and calls for a new way of life in a higher level of consciousness. ‘In the mirror’ was a harsh poem of self criticism. I felt sorry for the poetess to be so harsh on herself. It could, however, be interpreted as criticism against lack of achievements in regard to human experience rather than a dissatisfaction that stems from a lower self esteem. The poetess, nevertheless, is fixated on moral order and I believe that one of the flaws of such a wonderful order is harsh self criticism. ‘The beast’ is a great poem, as here I have truly identified with the poetess. It was probably the most realistic poem in regard to humanism. The recognition of the dark side is denied by many humans, yet the poetess speaks of it here in truth, and I felt that she was in fact in control of her beast. The awareness of the beast and the acceptance of its needs are clearly understood and respected by the poetess. And here I felt that her criticism against the confinement of a human being is justified, as we are not robots programmed to work for the system of man, we are human beings that were born to enjoy life. Society has subordinated human beings and demonized them, calling them beasts when they dream to have a real life, a better life, thus the poetess here is definitely a redeemer and a savior. It was definitely one of the strongest messages in this book. The struggle of Yin and Yang is implied in this poem and it suggests that the balance is in fact attainable. T he poetess, despite her survival in the system of man, is a metaphysical realist, and a rebel that refuses to bow down to the vanity of society. She is devoted to humanity, a fact which renders her a super human. The last line in ‘Take me home’ was a call to return home to the realm of salvation, as life on earth is quite a horrible experience for a higher being. It was an emotional poem, in which the soul yearns to return to the heavenly realm. In ‘Conflicted’ I was blown away by the striking following lines:

‘It feels like I’m about to give birth
Give birth to a clouded second earth’

It was a wonderful way for the poetess to express her melancholy mood, but her powerful tone suggests that she has a divine faculty and even an apocalyptic connection. Here is where poetry becomes prophetic and supreme. The mention of home later in the poem, once more imply as for the metaphysical rank of her soul. It was a brilliant poem despite the final confessions of apprehension and fear. My favorite poems in this book were ‘Angry’, ‘How low’ and ‘The Boy’. In ‘The Boy’ there was a grand message which is adverse to the belief in divine intervention. That was simply a great realization of the truth, as many people fails to understand it. The poetess realized that her only way out of the abyss of darkness can occur with an individual intervention of her own self. Her altruism won’t help her; she needs to realize that selfishness is not always the enemy. One has to save oneself. It was simply a superb poem of self realization through agony. ‘Angry’ was simply the best rebellious poem in this poem. The poetess is an advocate of higher of individualism, and her anger is in fact liberating. Moreover, her seemingly loss of situation has to do with the low gravity of human society. I felt for her rebellious spirit because she was right. Her convictions were aligned with the balance of justice. Her unique individualism is not appreciated and that is a natural cause for frustration. For me, however, the best poem in this book was ‘How low’ because the final line was an expression of a doubt, and yet the poetess came out stronger with this soul feeding collection of poetry. Paradoxically, the poetess meant how high she can soar, and I feel that her creativity will definitely make a difference in the world. Poets are the true moral leaders of society. Sarah Fairbairn is the evidence of such a proclamation. Her way to bloom, however, requires light, water, and a good soil. I truly hope that her family, friends, and society will accept her for who she really is: a volcanic poetess of justice and righteousness. She is truly wearing the garment of a literary sage and a fair judge.

Additional characteristics and epithets: Honest, sensible, diffusing, ethical, straightforward, temperamental, sensitive, critical, admonisher, emotional, rebellious, spiritual guide, judgmental, epic, humorous, divine, veracious, celestial and sentimental.

Portacot from hell

Attempting to teach Riley to sleep in his portacot ready for camping at Easter. First attempt an hour of crying. Second attempt half an hour crying. Today about forty minuets. So hopefully by Easter he’ll be as comfortable in the portacot as his regular cot.

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