Safe to make a sound is the first album released under the artist name ‘Ortense Blue’. If you’d like to listen this is the link to Ortense Blue’s songs on Spotify:-
The ‘Safe to make a sound’ EP is also available as a physical black vinyl-effect CD. If you would like to buy the EP that would be amazing! It’s available here from Music Glue (as a black vinyl-effect CD with booklet, or digital download). If you’d like me to sign it I’d be very very happy to!
I’ve been looking for a book to help me understand more about Ecotherapy, and then this came along. I have it in my bag with me all the time now; it’s become quite a precious object which I find quite a curious thing. It’s wonderful when you feel that way about a book isn’t it?
“Polymorphous Light Eruptions are what these appear to be. Have you been sunning yourself more than a fair lass like you should be?”
I felt confused, “Look Doctor, sunbathing is really not my scene. I’d rather sit inside with fly-free air, cushioned as I read”.
“Uh-huh I see let’s have another look at these mysterious stings. Now have you taken herbal medicines or eaten unusual things?”
“Er.. no the only drugs I’ve taken were the ones I got from you, and as for foods I’ve eaten, well you’d have to blame my parsnip stew!”
“Eureka! there’s our answer, you’ve been eating parsnip stew. I’m afraid my dear these vegetables are simply not for you. You see the Parsnip is a vegetable that can lead to PLE. It makes the skin erupt in sunlight, causes rashing, sometimes bleeding. But I have a cure to help you with this itchy, painful feeling, for your stews now on it must be carrots that you should be peeling.”
Polymorphous Light Eruptions (PLE) is a photosensitivity condition characterised by dramatic rashes which can appear either after sun exposure or touching/eating various plants, particularly parsnips. It is more commonly found in females and can be treated with extract of carrot (beta-carotene).
“Bubble” I gently label the delicate rainbow planet that’s pulling my gaze upwards, making me raise my head, to face the light coming through my window, the too-bright darting daylight, bouncing off of car chrome and bare midriffs and into my eyes.
I smile in spite of myself. It swoops higher, teasing my curtain pole with its full belly. And I feel the strength of the word: ‘bubble’. It doesn’t correspond to this wisp of light, this occasional eye of the atmosphere.
I remember how I used to get so annoyed when my chewing-gum bubbles would pop. Better not expect too much of this one.