When Frieda Kahlo paints her physical disease it strikes me how certain people, even when they have every reason to become pathetic, become even more extraordinary. I love her spirit. This is what I expect from humanity.
A Favourite Place
This is the view of my life when I have had a fight with someone, when I am bored, when I am feeling inspired or when I am hungry but feel I should wait for supper. I then touch the spines of those I love.
Liberty is nothing if not gained with the right sort of spirit. Liberty attained through deception and lies is a cage with a key that is missing. Liberty without love is like mussels without shells. Vulnerable. Fragile. About to be eaten.
To stand at the threshold of creating further generations is a commitment to ones species which speaks of trust in its ability to sustain itself, to love what it does for itself, to believe in its virtues and forgive it its vices. It is, in a sense, a marriage to oneself.
Underneath today is everything else that has ever happened to me. Just one layer below is yesterday’s lessons. A meeting in an office. A fellow student’s jokes. I bad night’s sleep. An early morning load of washing in a twin tub in a strange and very orange kitchen. Today never stands alone.
I love postboxes which are not set into walls. They are like people who are hungry for words. I think if postboxes could talk they would be some of my favoured companions.
Here is a tribute to those who can really see things through. A toast to those who finish what they have started. Cheers to those genuinely brave compatriots. To the ones who go up in the planes and to the captains who go down with their ships.
Kissing someone like yourself
I did have a little laugh at this picture because it made me think how it is sometimes hard to fit with someone very much like yourself. I think an octopus would have made a better kissing partner to either of these fish.
Sometimes when I look at some of the objects in my life, you know, the chairs and tables and paintings that I love so much, it becomes apparent how much I rely on the belief that things are solid matter. I know the quantum theorists maintain that there is more space than stuff in the objects around us- but I still need to be convinced of this.
Through the looking glass
For some of us it would be the most exciting thing to come across a sign like this. It would mean someone is playing a trick, someone intends for us to laugh in a sardonic sort of way. For some it would, of course, be the end of everything good.
How to stop cooking
Do you cook obsessively? Is preparing fresh ingredients, turning them into culinary master pieces a habit you cannot free yourself from? The solution is madly simple: Over a period of a few days use every dish you have in your kitchen. Do not use anything more than once, but do not wash anything either. Liberty, dear reader, is just around the corner.
I think eating should be done, first and foremost, for aesthetic reasons. But once this has been accomplished, in other words, pleasure, maybe nutrition should be taken into consideration too.
What poison did not the poets drop into our eyes and ears! And where were the philosophers when we finally needed them? Where was the voice of reason to save us from the long fall from ecstasy?
The Garden Shed
At times when things get a little rough in the main house the garden shed can seem extremely attractive. If one just opens the door and walks down the garden path and quietly goes inside and closes the shed door behind oneself, no will notice your absence for hours. A wonderful peace can be achieved in this way.
Saying what you think
For me it has always been very important to be able to say what I think. Herewith I do not refer to a sort of bravado which is required but rather to the necessity of having the right sorts of tools for doing the job. Having the courage simply does not get you there on its own. The sentences must be able to match the thoughts.
The Moral High Ground
What more is there to say but to get off it as soon as possible.
It is dangerous up there.
Please, let me look like that
I know, I know, I know! I am too old to have silly fantasies about what I would like to look like. I concede that if I spend a long time at the hairdressers and they use hot pieces of metal on my hair and lots of silk enriched glossy stuff I have been known to... But is the point not that one wants to wake up looking like that?
In order not to end the slide show on too much of a Gothic note I chose to do this pen ultimately: Sometimes we need to embrace the dark winged creatures flitting about, in order to get a sense of how things really are. Caution: Just keep your eye firmly on the light while you’re doing this.
Into the Future
There really is no excuse for an absence of growth when one observes that something this delicate and watery and tender and lightly green can get through the crust of the earth.