stevie smith

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Nearly finished my females of rock zine! There are so many more women I wanted to put into this but these are the ones who have influenced me the most. I’m really happy with how it’s turning out. The quotes are from Riot Grrrl and varying artists through the booklet. 

                   🍰   🐇 The Wonderland Play List 😺 🍄

          (Otherwise known as all my favorite Wonderland related songs) 

It’s just a small collection of Alice in Wonderland Related songs, I tried not to add too many songs from the Almost Alice soundtrack since most of you probably already know them. Let me know what you guys think, and message me if there’s anything you want to add! 

Muhammad Ali, Buffy Sainte-Marie, Floyd Red Crow Westerman, Harold Smith, Stevie Wonder & Marlon Brando at the concert at the end of the Longest Walk, a 3,600-mile protest march from San Francisco to Washington, D.C., in the name of the Native rights, 1978.

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Behind the scenes of The Stolen Earth / Journey’s End (Part 2 of 8)

Excerpts from Doctor Who Magazine #398, behind the scenes of The Stolen Earth/Journey’s End as reported by Benjamin Cook

Production on Doctor Who has ground to a halt.  Tools have been downed. Cameras abandoned. And for why? Because make-up artist Steve Smith has arrived on set, in the Nobles’ living room, carrying a mongrel puppy dog called Jack.  “What is it?” asks Bernard Cribbins.

“It’s a dog,” explains Steve.

“Well, I can see that.”

He belongs to the lady across the road.  “She just threw it at me,” explains Steve, “and said, Catherine would like to see Jack, wouldn’t she?”

“Oh, I do, I so do,” coos Catherine Tate, taking Jack in her arms.

“Can we get all puppies off set!” pleads Simon Morris, the First Assistant Director. But no one is listening.

“Aww, he still smells of his mother’s womb,” says Catherine, taking a sniff.

“That’s disgusting,” exclaims David Tennant.  “Just wait til he pees on you.”

“Nah, I couldn’t have a dog that’s smaller than a cat,” reasons Catherine. “He is lovely, though.”

“Tell people it’s a hamster,” suggests David.  Meanwhile, across the room, Phil Collinson is ripping up today’s shooting schedule.

Previous parts are available here:  
one ] [ three ] [ four ] [ five ] [ six ] [ seven ] [ eight ]
The rest of the behind-the-scenes photosets are available [ here ] 

Not Waving But Drowning.
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

- Stevie Smith
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Keeping the Tenth Doctor’s Hair in Top Form (Part Two of Two)

…with heartfelt thanks to Steve Smith for making sure the Tenth Doctor’s hair always looked so stunning!

Part one available [ here ]

Marriage I think
For women
Is the best of opiates.
It kills the thoughts
That think about the thoughts,
It is the best of opiates.
So said Maria.
But too long in solitude she’d dwelt,
And too long her thoughts had felt
Their strength. So when the man drew near,
Out popped her thoughts and covered him with fear.
Poor Maria!
Better that she had kept her thoughts on a chain,
For now she’s alone again and all in pain;
She sighs for the man that went and the thoughts that stay
To trouble her dreams by night and her dreams by day.
—  Stevie Smith

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

—  Not Waving but Drowning by Stevie Smith
Stevie Smith - Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning

The parting over

In My Dreams
by Stevie Smith

In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,
Whither and why I know not nor do I care.
And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,
And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.

In my dreams they are always waving their hands and saying goodbye,
And they give me the stirrup cup and I smile as I drink,
I am glad the journey is set, I am glad I am going,
I am glad, I am glad, that my friends don’t know what I think.

Fafnir & The Knights by Stevie Smith

In the quiet waters 
Of the forest pool 
Fafnir the dragon 
His tongue will cool 

His tongue will cool 
And his muzzle dip 
Until the soft waters have 
His muzzle tip 

Happy simple creature 
In his coat of mail 
With a mild bright eye 
And a waving tail 

Happy the dragon 
In the days expended 
Before the time had come for dragons 
To be hounded 

Delivered in their simplicity 
To the Knights of the Advancing Band 
Who seeing the simple dragon 
Must kill him out of hand 

The time has not come yet 
But must come soon 
Meanwhile happy Fafnir 
Take thy rest in the afternoon 

Take thy rest 
Fafnir while thou mayest 
In the long grass 
Where thou liest 

Happy knowing not 
In thy simplicity 
That the knights have come 
To do away with thee. 

When thy body shall be torn 
And thy lofty spirit 
Broken into pieces 
For a knight’s merit 

When thy lifeblood shall be spilt 
And thy Being mild 
In torment and dismay 
To death beguiled 

Fafnir, I shall say then, 
Thou art better dead 
For the knights have burnt thy grass 
And thou couldst have not fed.

Voices Against England In The Night

England, you had better go,
There is nothing else that you ought to do,
You lump of survival value, you are too slow.

England, you have been here tooo long,
And the songs you sing are the songs you sung
On a braver day. Now they are wrong.

And as you sing the sliver slips from your lips,
And the governing garment sits ridiculously on your hips.
It is a pity that you are still too cunning to make slips.

Dr Goebbels, that is the point,
You are a few years too soon with your jaunt,
Time and the moment is not yet England’s daunt.

Yes, dreaming Germany with your Urge and Night,
You must go down before English and American might.
It is well, it is well, cries the peace kite.

Perhaps England our darling will recover her lost thought
We must think sensibly about our victory and not be distraught,
Perhaps America will have an idea, and perhaps not.

But they cried: Could not England, once the world’s best,
Put off her governing garment and be better dressed
In a shroud, a shrouud? O history turn thy pages fast!

Stevie Smith