Napowrimo 2018

Day 15



feeling low
bring on the handel
house cleaning
of the mind
could do without the theatrics
too distracting
in my day a no no

one day soonish
handel will be unknown
gone the way of the dodo
archaic
extinct
who is handel they'll say
handel opens doors
true actually

Alfred Brendel  played the piano "Like a Swiss Banker" That's to say he sat on the stool and played the piano. He didn't try to put on an exhibition of break-dancing at the same time. He never looked as if he was trying to wrestle the instrument to the ground or turn it into firewood. He never tried to make playing the piano into a visual art, like so many of the younger virtuosi do - their antics making them at best distracting and at worst embarrassing to watch. The very worst of these gymnasto-pianists is the grotesque Lang Lang who should have screens put round him - although his sumo wrestling antics can be hilarious to watch. If Nicola Benedetti reads this . . you too, dearie, in spades. 

Dr. FTSE 2013 

Where are you Footsie ?...you are missed ! 

  


 Day 16

 


the game of life
is like crossing
the bridge of death game
the rules change
everyone's a player

life
a no win for some
ever
a win win for others
always
depending on the whim
of the powers that be

life
a game of chance
organised by fascists and psychos
in charge
who decide our fate
thumbs up
or
thumbs down



faceless men
aka bureaucrats
with a huge propensity 
for blood sports
to match their huge salaries



 



Day 17 

Carpe Diem # 142


: “When daisies pied and violets blue”. By William Shakespeare. (from Love's Labors Lost). When daisies pied and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white. And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue. Do paint the meadows with delight




 
Shadorma.

nana's place
the simple daisy
her favourite
bush flower

thoughts of aprons and washing
drying in the breeze




Day 18








downtrodden and powerless
despair pervasive

summer helps to block reality
an antidote for a short time

no one in this world
really cares about each other

years fall into each other
with nothing to show for it








 Day 19

Erasure Poem

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal   to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.

Charles Dickens ...A Tale of Two Cities 





best was the age
of foolishness
the belief it was the
epoch of incredulity
the spring of hope
we had everything before us
we had heaven
a queen with a fair face
on the throne of france
clearer than crystal