Monday, April 30, 2007
Your general demeanour changes with the seasons and changes like the seasons. Who was it who sang - " All four seasons in one day ...?
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
One would prefer fatalist as opposed to suicidal, I suppose.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
For the sake of argument, envisage yourself with a weapon to your head. It is an old recurrent theme and you wait for it to pass you by. And while it does, you try and imagine what it must feel like to press the trigger. And then, you realise that it is by not imagining anything at all do you experience what it is like ... having done so. You feel it slip through your tightly clenched miserly claws ... there you have it and here you don't.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Testing Times
Thursday, April 12, 2007
This is not entirely reassuring, but it manages to articulate some of what has been impossible to describe earlier.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Fever-pitch voices in the head. A running commentary and a paranoid litany. The flood broke banks again today ...
What do the voices say? - " ... And then he shot himself ... And then he shot himself ... And then he shot himself ... ". Urging the audience on, inexorably, to the inevitability of it all. How long can you resist such temptation of release? And why should you?
What do the voices say? - " ... And then he shot himself ... And then he shot himself ... And then he shot himself ... ". Urging the audience on, inexorably, to the inevitability of it all. How long can you resist such temptation of release? And why should you?
Someone I care for deeply disturbed me equally deeply, some time ago, when she said that she could not bear the thought of deformity / disease / handicap in her partner. She would find it impossible to live with such a person. I left it as an expression of rare honesty and truthfulness, giving it no further thought. Yes it disturbed me that much and I cared for her as much.
Not so surprisingly, she was surprised and offended when I happened to, off-handedly, not so long ago, remark that if something did not appeal to her, it should not be expected that she bother to understand it. She told me that I had dug my own grave.
Not so surprisingly, she was surprised and offended when I happened to, off-handedly, not so long ago, remark that if something did not appeal to her, it should not be expected that she bother to understand it. She told me that I had dug my own grave.
