December 31, 2014 § Leave a comment
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December 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
There was a mad, sprawling figure as I looked out of the bus window, on the pavement, running — though I caught it in mid air. Perhaps a tiny woman, perhaps a boy. (But why would a boy be running on the pavement, in woolen hat and backpack?)
The figure reminded me of The Skating Minister (below), for the shape between the legs, but with something similar in the arms, too. Flying frog-like, it put me in mind of video games.
Just a few minutes previously I had seen from the window an old chap in dressing gown, Crocs and santa hat with shopping trolley and a disgruntled expression, and felt sad.
What oddities walk the streets of London, lesser and greater, more or less obvious. It is a reminder of the nonsense of a simple split of sane and insane —
December 16, 2014 § Leave a comment
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose name you meditate–
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.
— Sylvia Plath
December 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
“Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am,
Stands amused, complacent, idle, unitary,
Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next,
Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.”