The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Saturday, 27 January 1990

When We Two Parted

‘We Go Down Slowly Rising’ – Primal Scream

Today?

Well, this morning was good.  All the post was for me: UCCA information, an acknowledgement of my application to YORK + RIPON ST. JOHN’S (not that I’ll be going to university – I just can’t afford to), a letter from the county council still going on about fees I don’t owe, and a very nice letter from WEST YORKSHIRE PLAYHOUSE about my forthcoming placement.

I also had a letter from Maggie.

SHE THANKS ME FOR THE XMAS CARD AND SAYS IT WAS GOOD TO HEAR FROM ME.  SHE APOLOGISES FOR NOT BEING IN TOUCH, BUT THANKS ME FOR BEING SUCH A GOOD FRIEND.  SHE ASKS ME HOW TECH IS AND TELLS ME SHE’S STILL JOB-HUNTING.  SHE SAYS SHE HOPES TO VISIT ME IN KING’S LYNN ONE DAY SOON TO MAKE SURE I’M LOOKING AFTER MYSELF.  SHE SIGNS OF WITH ‘LOTS OF LOVE’ AND THREE KISSES.

What a lovely girl.

‘Sonic Sister Love’ – Primal Scream

In the afternoon rain, I went to King’s Lynn and bought a single red rose which I delivered to Lilith at Tagge Road.  But the afternoon was dull in the company of Willock + Leighton.  No offence to them, but it wasn’t the parting from Lili that I’d wanted.

It all ended with me leaving, saying: ‘Have a nice time in Scotland’ and just going.  No clinching embrace.  Nothing.  An anti-climax. 

But, by the heavens, I’ll miss her when I feel she’s really gone.  I just hope she finishes that tape for me (she said it will be called The Haunting).

I remember my promise that I will never desert her, spoken by the outside wall at the Tech Disco

And I think of this poem by BYRON

WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow —
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me —
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well: —
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met —
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? —
With silence and tears.


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