To be a pilgrim
The only pilgrimage worth making is one to your own past. If you can find it.
poetry
The hours
An hour spent with chickens grazing in an orchard is an hour well spent, especially in old age.
Certificates
The world seems increasingly ruled by people who are certifiably insane. But perhaps it always was.
Idyll
A country garden sounds like a quaint, quiet, idyllic place, where Percy Grainger could write a chirpy piece of music which goes nowhere. If the country is Australia though the country garden is a place green in tooth and claw. Plants struggle against wind and drought, rabbits, parrots possums and kangaroos, pigs, goats, sheep, weeds
A man who is bored with the Universe
I think I’m running out of things to learn. Or perhaps just the desire to do so
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Though mostly not
Probably best we can’t go back in time to events we didn’t know, at the time, how we would get through or even survive. It is only in hindsight, safe in the knowledge you did survive, that they seem like places you would want to visit
Cold and lonely place
So many dead writers I wish I could have been – Shakespeare of course, and Dickens of course, Keats, Austen, Wodehouse, Conan Doyle, Powell, Eliot, Eliot, Grossmith (both), Proust (I guess), Carroll, Orwell and Pratchett – except and it is a big except, they are all dead and me, I’d rather be alive
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Crash
Engine humming, radio playing, voices murmuring, sleepily, remembering a good night out with the boys. Suddenly a tree, never noticed before, glares in the headlights of a car, and people, no longer going home
Exposure
Our eyes take photographs every day as mementos all through life but most of them don’t come out
I’m dreaming
Don’t know about you but if I had just lost my job the last thing on my mind would be the effect on Xmas [\”We have workers out there who were expecting to have work to carry them through the Christmas period who have now been dropped out onto the street. It is just going