Sunday, October 30, 2005

The dormouse sits guarding his blackberries. He is comfortable, but ready to pounce on any flies or insects that dare to attack his quarry.

Almost all of the blackberries are ripened to a deep red, so deep they almost shine black. Those that have not darkened fully will add a gentle sour flavour to his meal.

It has been a good summer and the dormouse's coat is glossy and thick. Now the evenings' light has begun to disappear fast, and he must gorge himself before finding a hiding place where he can curl up to sleep.

His eyes, almost the same colour as the fruit, cannot contain the anticipation of the delicious meal that awaits him.

He lowers his nose for a final sniff of the fragrant fruit before beginning his feast.

In his world, he is king of all insects. His life is one of shadow however, as he must stay hidden from birds and other animals that may think him a tasty meal.

As the light lays a final golden glow he eats and drinks the sticky juice of the fruit.

There could be a hawk waiting to get him, he wouldn't care, this feast, be it the first of many or his last, takes his full absorption.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Little happens in your life if you choose what our society calls the road of righteousness, I've found.

Rebellion has been so sterilised that we see it repackaged in the guise of a designer tee-shirt or a magazine filled with adverts of half-naked prepubescent starlets using hair cream or perfume.
Those stars that we have dispensed with, the ones that gamely hang on by their finger nails, are regurgitated to us in fawning tones briefly before they are consigned again to the dumpster.

Teenagers are invited to rebel. Indeed, when they don't, we often wonder as to their sanity.

Older people are instructed to comply. If they rebel, our opinion is clear on their sanity.

Many of us work hard to buy ourselves the luxury of time or escape, only to be distracted by shiny products along the way.

Some people succeed at the game we're playing. They believe it is a race, and that the more you acquire, the closer you come to winning. Life is probably happiest for them.

Others have firm objections to this world we've created, and often either dedicate their lives to trying to find a vernacular to describe it or focus their thoughts into a cause or two which they follow with a passion.

There are micro thinkers, whose bodies and minds dictate the world is seen at close quarters. Their desires may be love or companionship or to be in the race. Their bodies and minds are often tormented when their desires are not met.

Some of us are a combination of people, at different points in our lives we may be driven by different motivations.

And then some of us are just different, and for outsiders, our lives appear confusion, our motivations a combination of unknown points.

Most of you reading this are of course adequately described as normal. Going about your everyday life, wherever that may be, doing whatever you may do. Maybe you are happy and that is good. Many people of course confuse happiness with living a good life, and that is simply untrue.

However, if you are a normal person who is happy, then you can lead a good life, and if you've been patient enough to stay reading this until now, then at least you have one virtue.

I of course conceed to live a normal life, following a routine, trying not to cross the white line.

Maybe someday I'll learn to temper my dissatisfaction. Sigh.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Weather for a Stew

Rain splattered Dublin and I was a puddle by the time I got home today.

Wanted something yummy and potatoey with warmness and gravy.

Instead I dined on Tesco Museli and Toast.

Snivelling as I watch TV.

My head begins to throb.

I fear that the autumnal cold may be lurching.

Of course, that means hot port and Irish Coffees.

The throat begins to ache.

Or maybe a whiskey.

My feet are so cold.

Turn up the temperature.

Take the wooly socks out of hibernation.

Last years leather gloves and my long coat look quite elegant.

I've started my night classes.

Maybe I'll be an actress or at least learn some yogic positions.

I can't quite decide whether the autumwinter blur sucks or is cosy.

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