love affair

The Love Affair The road that leads to a smallish agricultural flatland has two walls. One wall was built by a slob, just throwing one stone on top of another. The other wall was built by a craftsman where stones fitted and he had used decorative and white painted cement between them. Every Sunday the meticulous man walks to his wall and find great satisfaction to see his work again and wishes the slob would rebuild his wall. Every Sunday the layabout goes for a walk to, first to the bar for a few beers with his mates; he walks to the good man’s house and have sex with his wife.

the man who sold his soul

The man who sold his soul I can’t let go of Christopher Higgins yet, not that I knew him, but I have read a couple of his books – not impressed- he is not an author. A very erudite man with a photographic mind He could remember everything he had read at University, and that is impressive and on occasion he used his scholarship prowess to dazzle an opponent to stammering silence. But I have been watching man you tube programs of his act or performance and it struck me one day he has no depths and he is also an intellectual opportunist who realized which side of the slice of bread to but the butter on. He was a man who defected from his own youthful promises Who sang like a joker and received accolade, because he only 0Raged against the has been – like Kissinger- no one likes him A mild criticism of the foreskin cutting Jewish practice, but he reserved his venom to the Arab world which it became clear he had only bookish knowledge. He had a good life in America and seduced by its naivety he continued unsteady journey

the erudite and the bible

The erudite and the Bible And then it was Friday and I had tried to keep my promise of writing no more, as it is a waste of time, there are so many other interesting things to do, to be member of a literary group, have interesting talk about this and that drink cheap red wine and walk home hammered. It was sad to see how much Christopher Hitchens deteriorated when whisky took hold And he and he preferred to talk about religion which is and easy subject since everyone like to mock religion these days. But we should respect those ones fearful who need a stern God . From early childhood I thought the bible as a fairytale book with Bad kings, brutal soldiers a few good guys who tried to do good. I liked to read about Jesus but didn’t believe in his resurrection, I think him and Maria Magdalene, with help of friends, sailed to Cote Azure where she became a seamstress and he a carpenter Who delighted the children with his tale? But he never said he was Son of God, he had promised Maria to stay clear of that subject. The Jews use the Old Testament and the Muslims the Koran, that is ok, I only wish they would tone down the language a bit, make their bible more like the Brother Grimm’s fairytales

batteri

How long does a battery last A square flat thing Just under his skin It will give him more years If he takes his lukewarm milk Every morning Eats tasteless food all savoury Extracted Leaving behind bland vitamins Or he can join a club where people Find their illnesses Endlessly fascinating as a subject. Be optimistic everyday and Do not show bad form by Mentioning death

tamco

Tamco Before space arrived Time was not in attendance Zero was nature Stillness carried no echo Until a soft breeze blew Brought space, time and colour Strange life forms appeared And so did mortality

Letdown So many chances so many near misses, like a promising spring suddenly turning wintery and killing budding plant life. Or a storm came and blew away all senses Turned it into a loathing where success dare not Intrude like spoiling a dream. Falling down an ice cavern unable to get up in time Not trying hard enough, so the dream can live on Failure is the ultimate goal it does not need to be Repeated

Letdown So many chances so many near misses, like a promising spring suddenly turning wintery and killing budding plant life. Or a storm came and blew away all senses Turned it into a loathing where success dare not Intrude like spoiling a dream. Falling down an ice cavern unable to get up in time Not trying hard enough, so the dream can live on Failure is the ultimate goal it does not need to be Repeated