I miss Totalfeckineejit, you know where you are with an Eejit. I think I miss blogging too.Comparing it to FB is like comparing the first world war to a Friday Night punch-up in the pub car park. No, I'm not really sure what that means either, but I'm sure it means...something. A hate, a love, a mood, a feeling, that is always preferable to, more beneficial than, ...nothing.
Nothing is (paradoxically) the 'thing' we must avoid at all costs.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all' Alfred Lord Tennyson
'Ever tried. Ever failed.No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.' Samuel Beckett
'He who dares wins, Rodney' William Shakespeare
You get the gist. I've tried the Barcelona style, very fancy, very expensive, very...irritating. I want to go back to Wimbledon, route one, I want the crazy gang, I want it to be...emotional.
Being a fish out of water is ok for a while, but then you get a bit panicky, specially when size nines are squeezing down on your gills. Deep down I know what this is all about, deep down I have no clue what it is all about.A Dickensian paradox.The best of times; the worst of times. Paradoxes galore this night, brother,sister.
But really we do know it is the worst, we are the lucky ones, which is why we must pluck the best from the gutter, the swamp, the greed, the ego, the abyss.I have stared into the eyes of the poetry Tyger; It is beautiful (I'm lying for the sake of balance), it is ugly, it is ruthless, it sees the world, it promises salvation, it is cold, red hot, knows of everything but cares for no-one but itself. Fuck fearful symmetry.
What does it all mean, dear reader? Unfortunately I have only questions. And the people who have the answers, who stick by them, cast them in concrete, do not like questions. Questions lead to change, nobody wants that?
I don't know what this is. All I know is it feels GOOD!
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14 comments:
I've just got around to thinking that as well....f/b is so shallow!!!...like I'm so deep...not...but you know what I mean...thanks for the post and love that poem on Pat's blog about the "Fellas" as I call the swallows...oh why don't they just stay!!
It's good to have you back in Blogland - we missed you.
I love the swallows too Gerry and I always seem to miss their first arrival but always catch their mass exodus along the coastline walk here. Doh!It makes me sad!
I miss the crows. When the crows land in the Austrian graveyards (from Russia) I seek my hot water bottle. As jetzt, no sign of the black brigade.
A voice from the past pops up on my blog with a poem! Oh how lovely to have you back. Is that you on your header picture in battle fatigues? If so - leave it there for a bit so that I can get used to you again. The prodigal one returns and is just as full of life as ever. Welcome back to blogland you dear old thing.
THanks Heather, I like it here. It's cosy!
Wow crows! They migrate from Russia to Austria? How wonderful. They just stsay here all year, I think?!!
Thanks Gwil!
That's me Weaver! NOt quite fatigues.It's a onesie! I don't think anyone could ever get used to that image!
I've never been called 'a dear old thing' I rather like it, it made me smile!
Thanks Pat!
Nice to see you back in blogland lying for balance:)
Here I go on vacation & who pops up while I'm gone? The Eejit himself! I've missed you! Poetry has not been the same since you went away...
Hope you had a grand holiday! Thank you,your Bugness!
Holy Pants!
Mainly lying back for balance Words a Day!
Mighticus Titicus!
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