It skitters in It flitters out And sometimes it takes a piece. An extra piece of me and chews noisily on the doorstep. Slurping and munching.   It sux that I can't even kick it... my confidence.

If two months of lockdown due to pandemic and a week of unrest in the USA have proven anything at all, it's that the stock market has nothing at all to do with reality.  The stock market has continued to boom, with the full support of the Federal Reserve.  It shows a supreme disconnect between … Continue reading The Stockmarket of Extreme Politics →

https://youtu.be/8Wt8qgUo4kI   Self-knowledge is like a stalagtite, drip fed and in persistent darkness.  When the light does come, the stalagtite glows, an incandescent limestone jewel. At the piano,  I find the zone, the place where I feel okay to play the same three bars over and over and over again - right hand, left hand, … Continue reading Light through an interstice… →

(inspired by a meme)   At Uni, we dabbled in discombobulation. We gyrated through nightclubs and sauntered past true knowledge, too dizzy to really take it in.   Later, with a boyfriend, I faffed across the Nullabor waking with a full moon in my eye or making early-morning talk with diamonted spider webs.   Out … Continue reading A Potted Memoir of Unusual Words →

Words are like glass jars, my friend. At some point, their being empty becomes blatantly obvious.

History yawns,  showing me its untidy gullet of bare-faced lace-work, poorly stitched. It's the knitting of a beginner. But aren't we all... beginners, I mean,  setting out to form the garment of our lives?  Trying to reform, and rework as we grow; mature; regret. When we sit down with our children, can we teach them … Continue reading After a few simple questions… →