Thoughts

Reflection

And a bit of Chopin

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Truth? What truth?

So, Mr June, you want to change your plea, I understand?

Not change it, no; it’s the same as before – I just want to talk to you about it a bit more.

Okay:  you said last time that you slaughtered your spouse, her favourite horse, and all your servants.  Because ‘you felt like it’.  What are you telling us now?

Well, basically the same thing but I wish to clarify it:  I didn’t do any of those things.  I made it all up.  I lied to you.

So you’re changing your plea from guilty to not guilty?

Not changing it, that’s a fake response on your part – I’m clarifying it, in the way that I described.

We’ll advise the court that you’re entering a new plea that’s the same as the old plea, even though it contradicts the facts as you assert them.   Are you familiar with the notion of ‘truth’?

I know that ‘fake truth’ is what people say who disagree with me.

And we’ll request a psychiatric evaluation.   Good day, Mr June.

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2017 and the miracle that is public transport

Now that I’m allowed on my local buses again I’ve resumed note taking.  Or eavesdroppping, if you prefer.  I find that pacing around and sitting at the back, then the middle, then the front, and swapping between upper and lower decks every few stops, is intensely irritating for passengers of average sensitivity.  Still, one expects to suffer for one’s art.  In this case I’m merely spreading the creative angst … crowdsourcing?

Upper Deck

“Apparently I’ve got a shorter attention span … ”

“Shorter than what?  Than whom?”

“?”

Lower Deck

“Oh man, it was a great night!  Sarah said I was leporine.

“Do you know what ‘leporine’ means?”

“Um … I presume it means ‘like a leopard’ – not literally, she’s not cruelly highlighting the fact that I’m covered in spots, she’s using it figuratively, implying that I’m strong, vigorous, imposing … ”

“It means ‘like a rabbit’.  Or, if you’re lucky, ‘like a hare’.”

“I think I’ve gone past my stop – I didn’t catch that last thing you said, by the way, but no prob, we’ll catch up whenever.”

 

 

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Honours

My tolerance of conspiracy theories is pretty low but I note, with a tinge of regret and growing suspicion, that I have again been passed over in the New Year Honours List.  I shall say no more; bitterness is ugly to behold and degrades the social fabric.  Dignified silence is the Way for now.

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Performance poetries on the page

Bake Off Lament?  No, simply a Random Reference to Pie

Blues tells us we live then die
Gospel blues tell us we die then live
Good-time blues say we gotta live now
D’our thing sóoner rather than later!

Minister tell us we’re sure gonna die
He tell us too to look to the sky Heavens
Lift (our) eyes from the earth, pay that no mind –
Seems t’ me that recipe don’t take account
That I can make pie here, now –
Don’t need to look to no Celestial Cook

Moons

Moon: you get a bum rap
Treachery, deceit, the feminine principle
Yet you (occasionally) eclipse the sunny sun
That goody-goody star
With its masculine virtue of unrelentingness

At least, that’s the Wisdom of the Tarot –
Say? – someone whispering that the Wisdom of the Tarot
Isn’t the last word in scientific enquiry!?
Yea, as I said – I don’t know about all the other Moons
But, for you, our nearest friend: seriously bum rap

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Poverty and Religion (poverty in religion)

Are you impoverished in spirit, my son?

No, Father, but I’m hungry in body, and so’s me mam and da and all me brothers and sisters and little cousins and – 

But you’re going to Mass regular now, aren’t you, my boy?

When we’ve got the strength, Father, but if we’re too weak to get out of bed, and it’s so so cold, and we’ve got no leprechauns left for the fire –

But ye all take the Holy Communion when ye can, is that not right?

Oh yes, Father, sometimes it’s the only food that passes our lips in the week.

And I see you’re still coming to Confession so your immortal soul could yet be saved if  ye all carry on giving to Our Holy Mother Church.

We give what we can, Father; me mam says if we give a farthing in the collection and Our Lord gives us a rabbit for the pot we can keep going for a little while longer. 

Yer mam’s a wise woman: go in peace, my child, and pray for the starving babies in Africa.

I will, Father; and me mam said to ask if The Church had any of those loaves and fishes left – if they’re a bit stale she said it wouldn’t matter … ?

 

 

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Message to J. Hunt Esq.

You must know that the Department of ‘Elf’s various websites have been hit by gremlins, again … and invaded by leprechauns, in alliance with the faeries; and the menacing goblins are – quite anomalously – shaking shillelaghs from across the river … and if you do know, don’t you care!!??

Give the Do’E  some cash for IT support so that the cyber-enemies can be opposed, even if they manifest as Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA) bugs in the system…

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