A bit of a rant about capitalism from Lilipop. I didn’t even spell check so sorry for mistake and I would just like to emphasise this is not meant to make any sense!
I don’t even think I can fucking live in a capitalist society any more. My entire worth, the only thing that is valuable about a person is their earning potential. FUCKING PRIVITISATION. Our system is being Americanised faster than anyone realises but WHY. Its not like the American system is working in America, more children are living on or below the poverty line each year, politians think that’s its fine and dandy to leave people starving on the streets (“They have the choice of paying for their own houses food and medical care” go fuck yourself) social mobility is a fucking joke. We have this idea in the UK of the US as a shining golden meritocracy lolz no. Privatisation just means more and more and more and more money stagnating at the top 0.01% of the super rich elite. Productivity is soaring, record highs, however wages are plummeting in real terms! I don’t even know if I believe in wage labour and to be honest I don’t really know that much about all the socialist communist anarchist stuff but I know that when it is even a debatable topic for people to not have basic food and housing THERE IS A FUCKING PROBLEM. I just don’t understand, I really really don’t. HOW WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY do people think that it is acceptable for people in as developed countries as the UK and US to not have medical care? Oh and another thing. People, they are privatising our legal system. This means we are just going to have some kind of factory justice system. People wont get to choose who represents them in court and as legal aid is being slashed to a REDICULOUS degree a lot of the time people wont have any legal aid. And again, people are living without medical care and it is somehow a debatable topic???
This is in no way comprehensible and I am not an expert on any of this but I don’t think I can deal for another minute without crying so this.
I looked through the previous music posts and I cannot believe I have not talked about Karen Carpenter before! My favourite musicians change all the time, and right now The Carpenters (a duo of Karen and her brother) are my favourite and my favourite composer is Telemann.
Who the hell is Karen Carpenter?
Karen Carpenter was a drummer and an American pop singer in the 60s, 70s and 80s before her extremely tragic death in 1983 aged 32. She was part of the pop duo The Carpenters with her brother for most of her musical career but also played in several bands (usually including her brother) playing the drums. Together The Carpenters created a whole new sound, the started to get popular between the eras of The Beatles and the singer-songwriters of the 70’s. Their first international hit was “(They long to be) Close to you” which climbed to #2 in the American Billboard Top 100 in May 1970. They toured extensively and broke the record for the highest grossing tour in Britian. She was about to launch a solo singing career before her death. Karen suffered from anorexia nervosa, an eating disorder and a serious mental illness, for all of her musical career and her death was caused by complications of the illness.
Why Karen Carpenter is one of my favourite singers?
The best way for me to tell you why I love Karen Carpenter and her music so much is to show you!
Here is Karen Carpenter singing Rainy Days and Mondays (which is my favourite) live at the BBC in 1971.
And here is one of the songs on Karen’s solo album that was never completed and was realesed after her death.
If you listen to Karen singing and close your eyes it sounds like she right behind you singing to your soul. So many times listening to her voice just made me cry so much. Her voice was so full of emotion and depth especially towards the end of her life, the lyrics are not particularly moving but she gives them much more meaning. Most of the time I think her voice sounds incredibly sad and full of grief even when she is singing happy songs but that might be because when I think of Karen I think of her life; how unhappy she must have been with herself and how her death and illness may have been prevented by proper treatment and understanding of illnesses like anorexia. She was the #94 in the Rolling Stones Best Singer Of All Time list but in my opinion she should have been at least in the top 10.
Here is Karen doing a drum solo in The Carpenters first TV special in 1976 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryHQx_kdOas
Here is the full concert The Carpenters did in London, 1971. Karen’s skirt is AMAAAAAAAAAZIN https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdHyzGXAJPg
Hi, this is Lilipop. Today’s type of creativity is poetry. Milly Castle has kindly let us show you some of her amazing peotry. I don’t know a lot about poetry but I know this is beyond brilliant. Before you read the poetry, let me introduce you to Milly.
My name is Milly Castle and I am 15 years old. I have written poetry since the age of 7, and have won many competitions where my poetry has been published in books sold nationwide. My poetry really took off at the age of 12 after my mother passed away as I found a stimulus to base my poetry on. Hence, my inspiration for all my poetry nowadays is feelings about grief, and what I think those that have departed from us would like to say. To me poetry is easy to write ,and is a way of expressing the emotions you find difficult to speak of verbally. Within a poem you can say anything you like and will not be judged, for poetry is a form of art that stems from the poets experiences.
The brightest star in the sky,
belongs to those that had to fly.
Fly beyond the world we see,
departing from you and me.
Letting go of those they love,
and watching over from above.
Keeping as memories in our heads,
for in our hearts they are not dead.
Do not treat me as if im dead
For I am a memory in your head
I am the sparkle in your eye
I am the wind that blows on by
I am the stars seen at night
I am the sun that brings you light
I am the snowflake in the tree
I am your angel and always will be
So do not treat me as if im dead
For I am a memory forever in your head
It would be great if you gals could comment on this post, your opinions and maybe some suggestion or submitions (for another creativity week or for another themed week altogether!). If you want to get in contact with us or any of our lovely creative guests then email Jellypop at email@example.com or for more contact information go to the Contact Us page
I think I must have hugged my grandad twice in my entire life.
It was always my grandma, smelling of French perfume, new wool and hairspray, sounding of silver bangles, laughter and poshness, and feeling of squidge and linen, who my sisters and I clamoured to greet. When my grandad died, one of the thoughts running through my head was, oddly enough, ‘why didn’t I hug him more?’
Or maybe I am just making that up. My whole memory of him is blurry.
I can’t remember what I was thinking when I heard of his death, but I remember crying helplessly, then getting up from my soggy bed to crawl to my sister’s room, where she was being read a story by my mum. No tears there. I remember my mum’s tight face and my sister’s indifference. She’d known him even less than I had.
Things I do remember about Stanley Opperman include:
- His laugh. Rare and hearty and loud. Always at something witty. Usually breathless.
- Thin and tall – overwhelming when I was young. An impression of being loomed over is most of what I have.
- Clever. His room was filled with books, beautiful books, films, insects and stuffed birds and a thin bed with an uncomfortable pillow (Despite divorcing shortly after marrying, they stayed together as friends and raised my mother, uncle and aunt. Sleeping in different rooms of course).
- Cooking. My grandad had SKILLZZZ. His caramelised carrot recipe is still referred to as “Stan’s Carrots” in our family.
Weirdly enough, I know him better now he is dead. I’m older and I imagine he would like the person I’ve grown up into (or started to grow up into. Maturity is not upon me yet, oh no).
Things I now know about Stanley Opperman include:
- He was an atheist. The only thing he left me in his will was a plastic folder of papers passionately arguing against religion and God in all its forms.
- He used to be a handsome photographer back in the day. I’ve seen photos. Still tall and skinny of course. But he had talent. Once my mum came down into the studio to find a naked lady balanced on top of a pile of lemons rubbing ice on her nipples. My grandad was in the corner setting up his camera. Neither of them batted an eyelid, of course.
- He used to write as well. My grandma compiled a bunch of his scribblings into a book that she gave out at his funeral. It’s called Thoughts, could have been extremely tacky, but instead helped me know him. Thanks to that, along with mum’s scattered anecdotes, I have a grandad.
It isn’t even near the anniversary of his death or anything. I was just thinking about him. And now you can think about him too.
And yes, the title is from a Killers song.