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Future Imperfect

November 28, 2022 by David Horton, posted in literature

In old age we need an additional grammar tense – the Future Imperfect.

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Fight to the finish

November 9, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots

Life is a cage fight

where a series of

giant opponents

bash and batter you

mercilessly while

your team patches you

up at the end of each

round so you can keep

going – forever

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Who knows where the time goes*

October 17, 2022 by David Horton, posted in History

With your advancing age the decades flash by, faster and faster, like the clickety-clack of the wheels of a tumbril on the cobblestones, as the driver whips the horses into a gallop, anxious to reach Place du Trône-Renversé before night falls.

  • Alternative title – “How can some of my old friends be entering their ninth decade, clickety-clack?
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An odd thought strikes me…

September 1, 2022 by David Horton, posted in atheism, cancer, History, literature, media, science

“An odd thought strikes me:—we shall receive no letters in the grave” (Samuel Johnson)

It strikes me that there will be books written, music performed, art created, films directed, science discovered – that I will never know about.

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You spend your life getting ready

August 27, 2022 by David Horton, posted in ecology

for old age. And then the parasites get you.

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I’m sitting on top of the world

August 22, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots

Just rolling along, just rolling along…

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Let’s do the time warp again

August 21, 2022 by David Horton, posted in ecology

How odd to think that I won’t be around to see this Casuarina seedling grow into a tree as big as the parent behind it.

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Can’t see the forest

August 14, 2022 by David Horton, posted in History

grow into a tree as big as its parent!

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Hey little fella

August 14, 2022 by David Horton, posted in ecology

How odd to think that I won’t be around to see this Apple Box seedling …

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Memories are unmade of this

July 22, 2022 by David Horton, posted in poetry

I just can’t

remember

whether it’s

my short term

memory

or long term

memory

that has gone.

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Hammering on the mind’s door

“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion

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