...
pondering
yesterdawn
" is it time yet..?"
yes it's time.
Avenue du 6 Juin
Funny date and place
The date, my father's birth, and death.
At least i only have to be bothered by one anniversary.
Distracted.
Two for the price of one.
There's always a ..price.
Not his fault of course.
Only pity any Englishman coming of age in that age...
As she said " we would watch you on the telly and ...I knew you were all nuts"
she knew.
Which i knew ... 92 ..certainly 93.
too.
Confirmation in one ..Katrina.
too.
Gifts are
Something new
this 6th, replacing a worn out old record of ananniversary long ago processed pondered
The 'work' done.
Solo
6th June ... so funny so impossible..
Has a new ring...
No not time just yet ..
And as if agift from the goddesses ... here i know the best newdawns are...
Which is all a bit bonkers.Not as bonkers as a recent viewing. Why do Central European avant gardistes have to get more and more bonkers, just because they find an English passport....when they do have some good imagery and even movement to share .
And i want to know what they REALLY think...
only cowards live in the avant garde
Or poetically obscure .
Me i exist only at a poetically
every day bounce around to some poetical rhythm... and 20 years ago i learned ' treat it all as if some Homeric symphony a cacophony of cant and
vanity
smile at all..
it is an Odyssey..
Just an odd one
The basis of all Western thought before those dreadful self pitying Christians came along and stole... freedom
To believe.
In the oddity.