Sinister: In the land of the epic, a mere novella

[Liz Daplyn]

“Float like a butterfly,
Sting like a bee;
Drink like a fish.”

As Mr Cassius Clay would have no doubt said if he’d had the nonsense he was 
born with, oh yes.

**

That good old chap Rainer Maria Rilke, however, wrote that

“We are bees of the invisible.  We madly gather the honey of the visible to 
store it in the great golden hive of the invisible”

  which is very true, although there is sometimes a bit of a defecit in the 
quantity/quality of the honey available, or at least seems to be until you 
shut your eyes, breathe deeply, then take another look.  Hmm, very 
Pollyanna, but never mind.  The sun and wind seem to have become 
inextricably conflated into a single entity today and have blown away the 
cobwebs with vigorous light.  Also I made a cracking Thai soup for lunch.

**

You see the best things from the calmly floating top decks of buses:

“Bursting from Bucks into Oxon through the high giant’s footstep of the 
Chiltern Gap, the plain below spread out in submission under the fresh hazy 
February sun and planing away palely into the distance all around like 
graded layers of chiffon.  Hot air balloons rising slowly slightly to the 
north of the busy weekend motorway.”

Which is all that fits onto one page of the cute wee notebook that I carry 
around with me in case of an emergency prose attack.

**

Watching shoddy daytime television, in the course of 10 minutes of just one 
home makeover programme, the soundtrack contained “Pink Moon” by Nick Drake, 
“Don’t Falter” by Mint Royale (feat. Lauren Laverne) and something off “The 
Hour of Bewilderbeast” by Badly Drawn Boy that I can’t remember the title 
of.  Weird.  Is there some mighty peculiar mechanism in action that makes 
the quality of TV ever more crap and conversely makes BBC sound editors 
ever, well, sounder?  Anyone here from the Beeb who can enlighten me?  If 
this carries on I’ll be requiring a mute button for the images.  I believe 
it’s called ‘radio’.

**

Phone phobics of the world unite: You have nothing to lose but your Best 
Friend Discount!  This affects moi aussi, although doing temping work has 
helped immensely.  Crikey, one can now actually call people one doesn’t know 
and retrieve meaningful information from them.  How quaint.  But there is 
still a certain kind of moist panic that springs from the palms of my hands 
when I am required to make a call without forewarning and the attendant 
thorough mental preparation.  Yecch.

Anyway.

  Love
    Liz :x

Currently considering listening to my mother’s copy of Radiohead’s “Kid A” - 
the only copy in the house, for I am a tad tired of whinging, however 
beautiful.  But still.

--
Habitual contempt does not reflect a finer sensibility.
                                          Jenny Holzer
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