Lips

September 5, 2019

One morning in bed
I felt the blue sky
dance against my skin
like the lips of
anonymous strangers

the same hard quality

May 28, 2019

The first thing I noticed was the clarity of the air, and then the sharp green colour of the land. There was no softness anywhere. The distant hills did not blend into the sky but stood out like rocks, so close that I could almost touch them, their proximity giving me the shock of surprise and wonder which a child feels looking for the first time through a telescope. Nearer to me, too each object had the same hard quality, the very grass turning to single blades, springing from a younger, harsher soil than the soil I knew.

Daphne Du Maurier
The House on the Strand

a creature of excess

January 30, 2019

Tuesday 29th Jan

Snow forecast for today across the moors. Smoky rose evening yesterday. I have written so many words, held so many lovers – I’m a creature of excess, it’s true. Greedy like a spoilt child. But the threatening, predatory sky remains mute. It doesn’t give a damn!

P


Be the sky.
Breathe but never count your breaths.
The wind is free,
Infinite.
It will dissipate the morning mists –
But remember winter is inevitable,
Cling to your dreams –
Give love,
Just love.
That is everything.

a dignified serenity

November 1, 2018

MISTY LANE

November — with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes — days full of fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees.

L.M. Montgomery
The Blue Castle

More Powerful…

February 18, 2018

How foolish to believe we are more powerful than the sea or the sky.

Ruta Sepetys
Salt to the Sea

Some fuss about the BBC’s decision to cut back on sports and popular programmes. There’s the ominous feeling that this is the first step towards removing programmes from the schedules altogether. This would effectively mean they’d collect their licence fee annually but leave the nation’s screens blank while all the execs go out for a bloody good piss up on the proceeds.

The ITV, of course, are moaning. Times are tough and they’re a little short of the readies. They see the BBC as MAJOR competition (Ha ha ha ha!!), which only goes to show just how bad ITV’s programmes must be!

SKY are whining, too, about the huge wad of dosh the BBC gets without really trying. Not fair, Boo, Humbug and all that. My own view is that SKY and “culture” are just soooo incompatible! They fill multiple channels twenty-four seven with pooh. Not only that, but millions of idiots sit round watching it! Worse, they pay for the bloody privilege to do so!

Probably both ITV and SKY would like to see the BBC making minority interest programmes, like “Fifty unexpected uses for Aunt Mabel’s prosthetic limbs”, or “How to make storage cases for your X-box games out of Kleenex packaging”? That way the “commercial” channels would get better viewing figures for their reality programmes, like “Zip Buster – when penis plastic surgery goes wrong” or “Big Dyke” a show where a dozen females cohabitate in a “studio” house with three large, butch, sex-starved lesbians…

Not that I’m against the BBC making programmes for a minority viewership: modern drama, for example, (I don’t mean a bloody punch-up on Eastenders, either). Arts programmes, music – live Jazz, for example.

It’s possible that a change in direction by the BBC and a resurgence by the “commercial” companies in their acquisition of even more crap shows from the States, could just result in a new wave of techno-fetishism as all but the most mentally damaged individuals turn to the internet for entertainment?

Meanwhile the Beeb will be turning out programmes ever more bland, ever more banal because they won’t want to upset the “commercial” mob or the hoard of emotional cripples who have nothing better to do in their lives than write letters of complaint about the content of Beeb shows – “That documentary last week, the one on Queen Victoria, showed her in her boudoir in underthings – I was disgusted. My children were in the room. My little boy of sixteen has been emotionally scarred by this unexpected exposure! What could you be think of, to show such a thing on my telly screen? ”

Whatever the final outcome may be, I do hope they leave Dr Who alone!

Oh, well, whatever. The one thing I’ve definitely learned watching TV, you need a good stock of films on DVD!