We looked into the window but the figure didn’t respond. Swathed in the most expensive of that season’s goods, it looked blankly to entice a materialistic world to enter the shrine and make offerings for the religion of credit. Nothing to do but to purchase. Besides, even the churches charged entry on a Sunday, now that God was just a figure selling entry to a tourist attraction.
There is new excitement building.
Amidst everyone and
The chatter and charge of
He, alone in the crowd
Quietly so as not to disturb
Or let loose the reflections that others could see
And when it comes
Down to brass tacks
The facts having been laid bare, or
Presumed for another year
Of the happiness ahead
And of its when, and where
If you’re not on the first page of google, you might as well be dead.
I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m running out of time.
The fever set in early this time around; all of the players were affected. They all looked beaten before they’d started.
The blog is updated.
I must not be dead.
Unless I am haunting you.
So. That went quite fast then; faster than I expected, and so I didn’t quite get chance to see in 2010 with any more than a shudder, and then, well, here we are in a new year. So happy new year to one and all.
Thus far, I have managed to break all of my new year’s resolutions, since I am neither sober nor fitter, and yet still retain a fear of social contact such that here I am, on a saturday night, compiling details for a tax return rather than doing anything more interesting with my life. We went out today, though, and I took photos. That is the new mission: to overcome the loss of creativity that took its cancerous grip in 2010, and to photograph, maybe to write, and perhaps sometimes to set fire to buildings in a particularly artistic way.
2011 brings with it the promise to shoot my second feature film. This is truly an adventure, and those can be good, once the panic of existence is put to oneside.
Perhaps poetry will come back. I miss the lines, and still compose, sometimes, in my head. But they rarely make it out, staying instead in the prison of imagination, awaiting the release of the iceman.
Welcome, then, to the new year. Welcome to the new old, to the promise of change and the reliability of not. Welcome to the hope that sometimes lasts until almost the end of the first month, before the self delusion is drowned and the new year turns to carbon of the past.
May it be happy, and prosperous, to one and all.
Its 2010. The world has not yet collapsed under the weight of man’s stupidity. I think it will be saving that until at least February. I have many invoices to send. Well, 2. And I stall probably distractg myself slightly, by using PuppyBurger again (unless I change the URL to something new for this new start).
Happy new year.
The lesson leaned from school days was of hate, blame, and grudges. The fantasy of escape supports this, as the notion of best days of life takes second place to the countdown to the end, of the days and the contact with others. In the early afternoon minds wonder from recycled teaching plans, and head towards the gates, the busses home, and the fist in the face of that week’s hated favourite.
Of course, this is the best preparation possible for the office. Vacuous games continue with the politics of well dressed backstabbing and self importance.