Sunday December 22nd 2013 Tim
Always get that sense of relief when I
can put in my mind an idea that daytime is lengthening. Whether
this sense of relief is a self imposed neurosis, a badgering of mind
against the indignity of having to wear more socks in order to deal with
cold, a longing to eat Banana straight off the Banana tree, or whether
this sense of relief is an attunement to some kind of magnet that pulls
and pushes at me, a lay line deep in the earths crust, a spiritual
connection to a great beyond, I have no clue because I try hard to
refrain from indulging a megalomaniacal impulse.
I do know that the idea of circles really pisses me off.
The looking up in wonder, the chanting, the pleading.
All of it no more than a creepiness, that to my mind is
primarily designed to inculcate a prejudice that persuades
the disparate to adhere to a manipulating oneness.
This oneness is then raised into the air as a true thing,
around which to submit. Without which, the argument goes,
there'd be chaos. I of course will be going to hell, where,
when I am not wailing, I can happily gnash what remains of
my teeth. Nonetheless I heard a Wren pretending this
warm morning was springtime, and she is so much wiser than