10 Things You Want For Christmas
1. new journal
2. joy division shirt
3. the kills shirt.
4. a holiday.
5. my son to have fun seeing Santa Claus
6. my family to be safe and happy
7. peace
8. inspiration
10. to meet Jack White

9 musicians/bands you love
1. Nirvana
2. The White Stripes
3. Joy division
4. The Kills
5. Kristin Hersh
6. Billy Bragg
7. Silver Jews
8. Pavement and Stephen Malkmus.
9. Erik satie

8 things u do everyday
1. kiss Mark.
2. hug Henry.
3. listen to music
4. write.
5. see my aunt.
6. rock my boy to sleep.
7. cuddle Mark
8. say I love you.

7 things you enjoy
1. snuggling up in bed
2. writing.
3. listening to music
4. cathartic poetry.
5. making Henry laugh
6. spending time with Mark.
7. sleep

6 things that will always win your heart
1. Mark
2. my son
s smile.
3. Remembering the first time Henry said I love you.
4. a great record.
5. kind words.
6. people who give me space to be myself

5 favourites
1.Movie: Gone with the wind
2. Song:
3. Book: 1984 by George Orwell.
4. Band: Nirvana
5. Season: Fall

4 smells you enjoy
1. apple
2. press pressed books
3. coffee
4. my son

3 places you want to go
1. France
2. England
3. Ireland

2 holidays you love
1. Christmas
2. Mother's day

1 person you'd marry on the spot
1. Mark.

My eyes burn... my tongue is on fire. I have once again tried to be. I await the inevitable eruption of fire in my belly. Stress fraction, distinct traction.

My countdown starts now...

It's official! I'm going over to Melbourne to see The Dead Weather on 19th of March, 2010!
I'm can't believe Mark said yes.
I actually cried. I'm happy.
The pre sale tickets go on sale on Thursday. I wait and wait until Thursday to secure my tickets.

I have the pleasure of finding out today that my poem Blurred has been included in the online poetry site of Ophelia Street magazine, a poetry journal that I have a lot of love and respect for. Thanks to Seán O'Donnell for his help.

Something tells me that this party would be a blast! haha!

I have had the extraordinary experience of being included in the November edition  of Synchronized chaos. I contributed two poems- Blurred and The Operating table. Have a look and  Leave a comment. I encourage you to get  involved in this fantastic publication.

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I CAN"T FUCKING WAIT FOR THIS FILM.

TORONTO (Reuters) - Grammy Award-winning rock duo "The White Stripes" for years have maintained an air of mystery around them, but a new film documentary offers a rare insider's look at the pair, who often toy with their public image.

Director Emmett Malloy's "The White Stripes Under Great White Northern Lights," which premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival this week, follows Jack White and Meg White as they tour every province and territory in Canada, a feat they claim has rarely been attempted.

The film about their 2007 tour, mostly shot in black and white, offers audiences an intimacy that is not usually seen under the media spotlight.

"We trusted Emmett a lot from working together so often," Jack White said at a festival news conference. "You always should be apprehensive because those are the most special things about what you do, why you're alive and why you're creating together. To give it away too easily, it cheapens those special moments."

The White Stripes burst onto the music scene to critical acclaim with their 1999 album "The White Stripes," and went on to make five more records including the latest "Icky Thump".

The exact nature of their relationship since forming the band more than a decade ago has been a running joke. They were once married, but for years claimed in interviews to be brother and sister. Even now, in a press note for the industry screening at the festival, they claim to be siblings.

Another running joke is the fact that Jack talks and Meg doesn't, and it's a point that is intentionally played up in the documentary as Meg's words are subtitled.

"She is an incredibly shy person and we touched on that," said White. "I think it's necessary to show. A lot times, people think I'm not letting her talk, and we joke about that in the film. I'm actually talking over her as she's trying to explain herself, which we thought was hilarious."

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

The White Stripes are known for performing in far flung places, including a 2005 tour through central America for the album "Get Behind Me Satan."

In Canada, the pair wanted to roam the "gigantic frontier" close to their hometown Detroit, Michigan, said White.

The documentary follows them as they play in large concert halls and give impromptu performances in places ranging from downtown Whitehorse, Yukon, to a "one note show" in St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, to a bowling alley, bus and boat. The tour ended in a tenth anniversary concert in Nova Scotia.

Malloy was able to capture the quirkiness of then entire tour, but also the intense emotional moments. The director said he had to balance being a fan and filmmaker.

"I was led in there. I was let back stage, but sometimes the door was shut right in my face. And I would kick it open a little, walk in, creep in there, and kind of pay attention to my boundaries," he said of shooting the film.

"But it was important for me to push forward times when maybe the cameras weren't feeling like the best thing to be in there."  Continued...

This is all I have to say about this disgusting situation.

The smell of salt sticks in my nose.
My hair is tacky and dry from its touch.
2 weeks have passed and the rocking motion of the sea has replaced my stillness.
At home the guns are high and pointed in all the wrong directions.
Floating on these vicious waves toward a hope that begins to cave.
Someone sprays a slogan on a piece of debris
- 'We are civilians, help us' it reads.
Coast guard glare down the tunnels of their guns.
Finger on the trigger.
A lump in my throat.
I cower in a corner as a wave lashes my boney back.
Men in commando boots laced for kicking heads
jump down and sneer.
The guns I fled are also here.
I shake like a leaf.
I shake like a cobra
but I have no venom to spit at my enemy.
I hide me face in my mother's scrawny, scratched arm.
If close my eyes tight enough all might become calm.

I will never, ever be good enough...

I walk past the Cracker factory everyday before the sun rises.
It helps me contemplate life before normality sets in.
The human race starts their cars at 7.30 sharp.
Turn the key and unleash the smoke.
The breakfast chatter and the dishes clatter in the heart of the every home.
Bid farewell to comfort and walk into the cancerous smoke screen.
Selling ourselves like strippers.
The world gets noisier still...

My boy Henry and I were at the shopping center today and they had the wildlife exhibition there. I don't know if he was impressed with the owl or not but he wasn't fond of the bird that sat on my head.

A couple of days a go I got word that my old childhood friend Wayne Lee had passed away from an asthma attack. It has really knocked me about and to say that I have spent the last few days in a state of shock and nostalgia would be an understatement. Wayne had a great girl Erin and two little boys. He was a good friend of mine for a long while until things inevitably fall apart like they always do when you're an adolescent. I miss him terribly. I'm lost for words.

The Mountain Goats at Fowler's live in Adelaide in 2007. It was just John Darnielle, his bass player, beautiful stories and  a beautiful sounding acoustic guitar.Darnielle ruled the room with his tales. He is the ultimate musical raconteur.

I just spent all last night from 2am in the emergency room at our local hospital because Henry had an asthma attack. it was so terrifying to watch him gasp for breath and cough so violently. We had to wake him to give him ventolin because he sounded so distressed. We didn't leave until 8.30am the next morning and I haven't slept much. I'm so tired so fucking tired and I was so scared.

For the first time in about 2 years I'm actually going out to see a band. I'm going to see Stephen Malkmus next week and I absolutely cannot wait for it.  I haven't seen a band since the Pixies and that was before I was pregnant with Henry!

It's official! I've finally getting my writing out there. This has made me violently happy.It's being shown at Synchronized chaos. Here is what they said about my poem "Modern litter'.

Poets Thomas Park and Danielle Searby discuss the process of conscious mythmaking and highlight the need for artists and storytellers and people in general not to take the easy way out by reiterating others’ ideas without critically examining these values. Searby critiques modern Americans’ excessive dependence on culturally defined mass media and stereotypical cultural/gender roles through conveying the weary weight such unexamined values leave upon our bodies and minds.

See the page of my writing here.

By Danielle Searby.

There's fire in her belly.
She hasn't eaten for days.
His mother is her mother
and she gave me life.

There's fire in her heels.
She flies away.
Her fantasies have no
place in our reality.

There's fire in her eyes.
Her hair is a flame.
He said she was a
witch and his queen.