MichelleMarieMacnamara

recent images….Liverpool

Michelle Marie Macnamara — Wed, 26 May 2010 10:09:26 +0000

'die, means what it means'

'tate liverpool'

'albert dock, wheel behind'

'pink elephant (trunk is up, means good luck)'

'killer gull & bike rider'

'killer gull, stalking the lunchers'

'liverpool prick'

'feet & river mersey'

'today's specials'

'full english'

Does anyone remember Salvital?

Michelle Marie Macnamara — Sun, 02 May 2010 08:19:35 +0000

It took me hours to remember the name of it yesterday. We were talking about larders and pantries at work. We had a small pantry, well, it was more like a tall cupboard. We used to climb onto the high stools to get Mums Salvital from the top shelf. Then we would spoon the fine white powder into our mouths and wait. A teaspoon of this stuff is meant to be mixed into a whole glass of water. Mum would find us rolling around, giggling, while spurting masses of white foam down our chins and onto our clothes. Nice memory…

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Michelle Marie Macnamara — Sat, 01 May 2010 08:49:06 +0000

I’m fully dressed but lie down on our unmade bed. Trainers on the covers. I don’t care. The sun is shining on me through the window from a wintery sky. I think about work. I think about going home and i think about my life. I don’t come to any conclusions.

Compassion

Michelle Marie Macnamara — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 14:36:37 +0000

What?

Compassion.

I wonder.

Where has it gone?

As a society of the same beings, something somewhere along the way, has gone fundamentally wrong.

As a race, we are desensitised.

And as a community…

Well…

We are all out for ourselves.

And with no incentive to help others besides our own sense of compassion, what is to become of us?

What is to become of our children?

Compassion.

What happened to treat those the way you would like to be treated back?

Compassion.

Don’t worry though.

Don’t give it another thought.

Tell your kids to shutup.

Go back to your television and pre-packaged meals.

Get back into your Primark slippers and the groove in your sofa.

Don’t fondle your lover but your remote control.

Regurgitate the tabloids until you vomit Jordan’s lunch but don’t think about others.

Oh no.

Not the real people.

The ones around you.

The ones in front of you.

The friends and colleagues.

They don’t deserve the same respect and attention that you give to your imaginary celebrity friends.

……….

Maybe I should be a bit more compassionate…?

some bullsh*t happening somewhere

Michelle Marie Macnamara — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 13:34:43 +0000

Just eat a f***ing apple!

Michelle Marie Macnamara — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 13:22:35 +0000

Epitome of all that is wrong in the world today!

Insert Your Name Here

Michelle Marie Macnamara — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 11:28:46 +0000

Insert Your Name Here (60cm x60cm)

The Death of the Apple Tree

Michelle Marie Macnamara — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 11:17:58 +0000

Death of the Apple Tree (60cm x 60cm)

B is for Britain

Michelle Marie Macnamara — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 10:57:16 +0000

B is for Britain (60cm x 60cm)

It’s oh so quiet

Michelle Marie Macnamara — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 10:46:53 +0000

Listen up……

As a youngster brought up on a diet of musicals and old movies, this post-modern take on that ‘technicolor’ style really floats my boat. Love it…Genius…

Today i mostly want to hang out with Bjork!