Going Out – Scarlett Thomas

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A little about the author – Scarlett Thomas was born in Hammersmith in 1972. She teaches creative writing at the University Of Kent. Going Out is her 5th novel first published by Fourth Estate a division of Harper Collins. She is best known for her 2004 novel PopCo.

This edition published in 2012 by Canongate Publishers.

Going Out is a quirky story of a road trip and a modern take on The Wizard Of Oz.
Luke is twenty five and has a allergy to the sun. He has been a virtual prisoner in his own home for most of his life with only his tv, Internet and books on which all his perceptions and knowledge of everything are based. He has got no idea what the world outside of his house is like.
Luke is fearful he will never experience anything normal and is increasingly frustrated over his inability to experience the world like his couple of friends do and after being contacted by a healer and starts to plan to go out.
Julie lives next door and is Luke’s best friend. A kind and caring Maths genius who has anxiety and her whole life is revolved around her many phobias to increase her probability of living. I did wonder if Julie has got Aspergers as she is also socially awkward and doesn’t like change. She is also rigid in her routine. Julie works as a waitress at at The Edge.
Charlotte used to live across the road but went away after her boyfriend died. She has recently returned to the area.
Dave is the chef at The Edge and confided in Julie that he has cancer.
Leanne used to bully Julie at school but she now seems to think they are friends. She goes to The Edge on her work break. Leanne thinks she is psychic.
Chantel is Leanne’s cousin who buys the house across the road after having had a lottery win.
Together the unlikely group of friends all of whom are on their own personal journeys embark on a road trip to Wales so Luke can meet the healer and hopefully be cured.
Going Out is essentially a tale in which all of the characters have all got their own issues, are all connected and all find themselves questioning their lives:
On the whole I found Going Out quite a light enjoyable read.

Vitriol

You know that you push me away
and cut me with the things you say.
Hysterical in your despair,
but you are not beyond repair.
You need to look inside your mind
and reach for something good and kind.
Let go of anger and of hate
and learn to rehabilitate

the way you think you can reclaim,
your life so stop shifting the blame.
I wish that my love could fix you
but all my efforts misconstrued.
In spite you lash out in disdain,
your tongue a knife I feel your pain.
One step forward then you regress,
your memory steals your happiness.

You give your stress and vitriol,
you’ve got to stop and take control.
There’s only so much one can take
but I can’t let the bridges break.
I’ll always be your truest friend,
I know in time that you will mend
if you close the door and move on,
the future’s yours and you have won:

Oh Rainy Day

Oh rainy day your dreary gloom’s
enough to darken any room.
Your shadow cloaked oppressing light,
the sunniest of moods you blight.

The turbulence precipitates
your sorrows drench, all hopes deflate.
Despairing the mournful shower,
it dampens the brightest hour.

Encumbering your cries resound,
bereft your luminous is drowned.
A drizzled sob air black and tense,
your deluged heart in it condensed.

Oh rainy day I feel you grieve
I hope you let your sadness leave.
Let the light keep spirits warm,
Lift the doldrums dispel the storm.

Shopping

I’m in the queue to
pay for our shopping
I look at you and
my heart is hopping.
Unloading our wares,
I’m checking you out.
I’ve bagged myself love,
my heart has no doubt.

A dinner for two,
I empty our cart.
Finding romance in,
the grocery mart.
Conscious of passion,
I pass you the tins.
Fleeting eye contact,
both of us grin.

As I am paying,
for our costly spree.
The food of my life,
looking at me.
In life we consume,
our spirits conjoined.
Our bargain not spent,
and unity coined

Little Bird

Oh little bird
your spectrum plume,
is dazzling,
your brilliance blooms.

A fledgling heart
your spirit sings,
in your delight
you flap your wings.

Reticent
your converse shrill,
the chords express
your free will.

Rainbow feathers
striving to fly,
your jittered flit
circles the sky.

Intriguing as
you aviate,
your perceptions
so deviate.

Your nature true
you don’t conform,
maverick thoughts
outside the norm.

Unique in mind
and pure in soul
my little bird
not less but whole.

Bleak

When the day is dark and bleak,
and tears are running down my cheek.
The air hangs in a darkened brood,
to feel your love would lift my mood.

I wish you would reach for my hand,
in warmth and maybe understand.
But your cloud is cold and bare,
no Rays of warmth that show you care.

But all I’ve weathered has made me strong,
and in my weakness I have shone.
I’ll stand alone in my own storm,
I don’t need you to keep me warm.

So in fair weather rain or not,
don’t forget what you have got.
Lift the fog and shine your light,
and everything will be alright

I’m just a lonely poet

I”m just a lonely poet
sometimes it makes me cry
I hope I won’t feel lonely
Until the day I die.
.

I’m just a lonely poet
My troubles never end
I wish my inner turmoil
Would cease to be my friend
.

I’m just a lonely poet
Struggling to speak
Wishing for a comfort
When I am feeling weak
.

I’m just a lonely poet
Dreaming of a word
Some form of conversation
But the idea is absurd
.

I’m just a lonely poet
It’s always been this way
A kooky social misfit
I don’t know what to say
.

I’m just a lonely poet
I’m used to it for sure
I can’t do other people
I’m just too insecure
.

I’m just a lonely poet
But soon my mood will end
I won’t care tomorrow
That I have got no friends
.