Wednesday, December 26, 2007
A long silence.
Silence for whom? Perceptible only to me. Silence does not exist when you are alone.
Talking presupposes a listener. Even in a soliloquy you split and talk to yourself.
I love solitude. It is the peace of the mind. Nothing can go wrong, everything is under control.
I think it was it Erich Kästner who wrote:
Einsam bist du sehr alleine
doch am schlimmsten ist die Einsamkeit zu zweit.
(Alone you can be very lonely
But loneliness is worst in a pair).
I never feel lonely alone. Or in the middle of a crowd. But in a room with a few people… or just one…
XMAS spam. Out of 46 emails, only one with personal homemade wishes. And even that one had many recipients.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,
Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say,
'He was a man who used to notice such things'?
Remembering Thomas Hardy.
Others start by writing verses and mature into prose. Poetry is for the young.
Not so, Hardy. After writing ten major novels and some short stories, he stopped writing prose and completed his work with vibrant poetry.
Yes, he was a man who "used to notice such things".
When I am thinking of my "afterwards", my main concern are the lost lonely moments. Of the shared experiences, some may survive in the memory of those who shared them. Others - the ones I have written down - could prolong their existence in the minds of my readers. (Should there be any...).
But my very own secret thoughts, never told, never written, never shared, will die with me.
Excepting the ones in this blog. But again, this is anonymous. Whose thoughts?
Monday, December 10, 2007
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Cats are selfish creatures. If you want to feed nine hungry cats - you had better have nine plates, otherwise they will start fighting and the strongest will eat a double portion.
After the feeding: the cats sit in the sunlight, digesting and I start washing the dishes. The rays of the sun enlivened the colors - so I took out my mobile phone and captured the picture.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Here is today's episode:
`It's a friend of mine--a Cheshire Cat,' said Alice: `allow me to introduce it.'
`I don't like the look of it at all,' said the King: `however, it may kiss my hand if it likes.'
`I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked.
`Don't be impertinent,' said the King, `and don't look at me like that!' He got behind Alice as he spoke.
`A cat may look at a king,' said Alice. `I've read that in some book, but I don't remember where.'
`Well, it must be removed,' said the King very decidedly, and he called the Queen, who was passing at the moment, `My dear! I wish you would have this cat removed!'
The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small. `Off with his head!' she said, without even looking round.
`I'll fetch the executioner myself,' said the King eagerly, and he hurried off.Up to here everything is in accordance with the Queen's basic attitude. But Logic intrudes some paragraphs later (Dodgson was a logician):
When she (Alice) got back to the Cheshire Cat, she was surprised to find quite a large crowd collected round it: there was a dispute going on between the executioner, the King, and the Queen, who were all talking at once, while all the rest were quite silent, and looked very uncomfortable.
The moment Alice appeared, she was appealed to by all three to settle the question, and they repeated their arguments to her, though, as they all spoke at once, she found it very hard indeed to make out exactly what they said.
The executioner's argument was, that you couldn't cut off a head unless there was a body to cut it off from: that he had never had to do such a thing before, and he wasn't going to begin at HIS time of life.
The King's argument was, that anything that had a head could be beheaded, and that you weren't to talk nonsense.
The Queen's argument was, that if something wasn't done about it in less than no time she'd have everybody executed, all round. (It was this last remark that had made the whole party look so grave and anxious.)