Archives for 2018

I am still thrilled when a new writer, mechanic, dancer, artist, carpenter, plumber, ventriloquist or in fact any skill, comes onto the stage.

In other words, when someone starts to perform an act, a service, or to make or create in a field they’ve entered.

It is like the opening of a flower from a long-watched winter-surviving bud.

Now it’s your turn. To do just this, or to think of another flower.

Ha! ‘Tis an omen. A good one.

We were happy to meet a man called Santa Claus today, we think he may have been operating under an assumed name.

Still, a jolly fellow with many stories to tell, a good listener and one with a ruddy complexion and a hearty laugh – seems innocent enough.

We are also attracted, like a moth to a well-lit window, to all the Christmas lights around people’s houses and never think for one moment if there is any meaning or significance. They just look happy!

It’s noticeable that people are promising to Be Better next year. I’m all for that! And I have been informed these words are not always promises kept for longer than the first digits of January.

But, don’t you think…. smiling could catch on?

Just saying what I mean is such hard work.

When you are trained to prevaricate and avoid. And we all are.

Over years and leaves falling through seasons, with telling all, I have toyed.

Dry powder ready to fire.

Only I know I’m not a liar.

This you must see!

Twirling drapes and solid crepes.

We are descending a spiral staircase, and getting dizzy.

Not a drop of wine was consumed, it is just the motion and abrupt movement.

Presidents and emperors are waving as if they’ve never seen us before, yet we were all in nappies together. Yes.

And it’s time to open the room in which an enormous trunk contains treasure and a few books.

Wealth and night-time reading was left for us”just in case”,  by a previous generation.

The floorboards creaked and popped like a sun-dancer at a beer festival.

The curtains swooshed time past in an imitation of a slow era.

Pipes smoked with relaxed and self-conscious attempts at sophistication created the atmosphere of a gentleman’s opium club.

We are excited with this new script and the endless, we endured it, sequences of atmosphere.

But there is absolutely no story.