September 8 2013 A Thought of The Day - To Lay someone a Ticking.
So I was going to lay you a ticking but I
see we are here, not there.
I’m ahead of you!
Yes but I’m confused – last week we were
there - not here.
Ah yes, that was because it was not only a
Sunday but also the first of September and we had to do Thought of The Day and
the September Siftings at the same time.
But not this Sunday?
Well we could, but we aren’t - because we are starting the “Au
Temps” page, which we could have started last Sunday but we didn’t.
Au Temps?
Yes, it’s French, but it’s meant to sound,
if you say it quickly, like Autumn. And it completes a fourth part of the blog
that we aren’t blogging because we are having a sabbatical, though in fact we
are which is why we have these four new pages – Faits D’hiver, Print of Time
and Some are Here, and now Au Temps. It sort of makes sense.
Do you think so? ‘Cos I reckon a lot of
folk are confused.
A lot?
Ok, some.
Some?
Well possibly one, though I think our sole
reader gave up a long time ago.
Never mind, it’s all about artistic
integrity and keeping the new pages short enough so that Mary’s computer
doesn’t blow up.
Why don’t we just do it like normal people?
I don’t know. I can’t explain it.
Ah.
Anything else?
Where are the Siftings?
Back over there, but not today, they will
be tomorrow.
And us?
Probably here next Sunday with another new
word.
Did we have one today?
Yes – you used It right at the beginning.
I did?
Lay you a ticking.
September 15th 2013 A Thought of The Day - a raisin-of-being(n), archivable/unarchivable(v) and a thoughtofthedayite(n).
September 29th 2013 - A Thought of the Day - Categotically
Nothing to say?
Categotically.
October 1st 2013
October 3rd 2013
October 4th 2013
Oct 7th 2013.
Oct 8th 2013
Oct 9th 2013
Oct 11th 2013
September 15th 2013 A Thought of The Day - a raisin-of-being(n), archivable/unarchivable(v) and a thoughtofthedayite(n).
We never get to be in The Archives do we?
We are ALWAYS in The Archives.
No we aren't.
Well, I’m not sure that’s exactly true –
let’s have a look….. well, we seem to be here.
That’s just us talking ABOUT The Archives,
that’s not our Archived talk is it?
Why would anyone want to archive what WE
say?
Well, someone archives all this other stuff; we are just as good.
Are we?
You mean – are we worthy?
I do.
Wow, I don’t know, I had thought we might
be.
Anyhow, I’m not sure we qualify; we are
always up to something else – like the new-invented-word-contribution-to-humanity-project.
And don’t we have an archiveable gift to
humanity somewhere that we could drop into the archives in passing for someone
to find later?
I’m not sure that that is consistent with
the spirit of the archives.
There’s an archive spirit?
There is! A raisin-of-being.
What?
Think in French.
I can’t.
You can’t?
No, I’m wired differently.
Besides, and this is maybe important, WE
are thoughtofthedayites.
That’s a big word- what does it mean.
It means we are what we are, and that is - spontaneous!
That’s a bit a bit weird.
A bit! I’d say, “that’s VERY weird”.
Go on then.
That’s VERY weird.
I’d say! 2,4,3,8,7,5,6,6,5,5,9,8,3 hits and
then..
It makes no sense.
It’s an anomaly!
No, it’s an anomaule. The one that proves
the rule.
September 29th 2013 - A Thought of the Day - Categotically
Nothing to say?
Categotically.
October 1st 2013
Ok, I should, very quickly, explain what
has, is, will be go(ne)ing on here.
I hope it's clear.
So…
We decided to have a sabbatical.
Except, then we didn’t.
So The Front Page became ‘A Thought of The
Day’ page for the year, thus Sunday only.
Except it wasn’t.
Sometimes, it got taken over for a month by
The Archives – like in September.
And we created some new pages.
And on the new pages there appeared, bit-by-bit
a story about an old guy sitting in a hotel.
Except when Thought of the Day turned up
because The Archives and taken over elsewhere.
Or when The Archives appeared on the new pages.
As they tend to do now and again.
So....... it’s time to get back to the hotel.
I hope that’s clear.
How long did he stand in the corridor? One
hour? A day? Months?
October 3rd 2013
Empires rose, empires fell, seas dried,
suns burnt out, and time forgot its own meaning.
October 4th 2013
The snow fell again and then the snow
froze.
October 5th 2013
And then the frozen ice cracked and spring
withered into fresh snow that froze again the frozen snow of yesteryear.
Oct 7th 2013.
And still he stood there.
Oct 8th 2013
And his body took root and his limbs became
part of the forest of his memories until all that remained was a tree.
Oct 9th 2013
An ancient tree, broader than all the
forests of all the worlds.
Oct 10th 2013
And as it grew it shattered the building that tried to hold it and the walls fell and the corridor was paved in the ruins of all that could be lost.
Oct 11th 2013
An ancient tree, broader than all the
forests of all the worlds and as it grew it shattered the building that tried
to hold it and the walls fell and the corridor was paved in the ruins of all
that could be lost.
Oct 12th 2013
Oct 12th 2013
It was then that she came from her room.
Oct 14th 2013
Oct 14th 2013
She stood by the tree and looked up into
the branches so, so high above her that they looked like stars.
Oct 15th 2013
Oct 16th 2013
Oct 15th 2013
And she carved a heart into the trunk.
Oct 16th 2013
And went on her
way..........
Oct 17th 2013
................
EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
I hadn’t noticed him when he first walked in, I was much too busy
sitting in a corner staring at the unlit fire thinking about my own death to
notice his.
Oct 18th 2013
When I did finally look up I saw a shadow hunched over the reception desk, gloom draped around him like a cloud.
Oct 19th 2013
Nobody had walked into my hotel for a very long time so I was unsure what I should do and the feeling of death and loss that shrouded him persuaded me to stay where I was.
Oct 21st 2013
Oct 25th 2013
Oct 28th 2013
Oct 18th 2013
When I did finally look up I saw a shadow hunched over the reception desk, gloom draped around him like a cloud.
Oct 19th 2013
Nobody had walked into my hotel for a very long time so I was unsure what I should do and the feeling of death and loss that shrouded him persuaded me to stay where I was.
Oct 21st 2013
I was turning back to the emptiness of the flames that weren’t, when he
coughed.
Oct 22nd 2013
It was a frightening sound, as if someone was rattling stones in a rusty
wire cage and to be honest my instinct was to hurry quickly within the refuge of my own
darkness.
Oct 23rd 2013
But then he laughed, and the sound was so surprising, like a mountain
stream searching its way through pebbles, that I found myself smiling; it had
been a very long time for that too.
Oct 24th 2013
So, dusting the remains of the past from my lap, I rose and walked to
greet him, hoping that my sudden appearance would not disturb him.
Oct 25th 2013
He must have heard my footfall for he
turned to face me.
Oct 26th 2013
The feeling of questioning sadness that
surged from his grey eyes made me hesitate and he clearly sensed it, for as
quickly as it had appeared it was gone and all that remained was a gentle
ambivalence.
It was the practiced look of a trapped animal and one I recognised as my own.
Oct 28th 2013
He looked a mess.
Oct 29th 2013
His shoes, what was left of them were more
thick brown mud than leather, his limbs were barely sustained by the clothes
that hung in tatters around them and bracken, leaf and moss covered his hair,
which would have been home for birds if he stood still long enough.
Even here,
in the dim light of nowhere, he trembled as if in a fever.
Oct 30th 2013
Oct 30th 2013
He must have
travelled far, he must have travelled long and that long and the far had taken
its toll.
I never knew
his name.
Maria.
4 comments:
"An ancient tree, broader than all the forests of all the worlds and as it grew it shattered the building that tried to hold it and the walls fell and the corridor was paved in the ruins of all that could be lost."
Well done!
Mx
thankyou mary.
i was happy with that bit.
but does it count as an acceptance?
An acceptance? Of what?
Mx
she never came out to play!
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