The Land Of Oz

Received a final round robin e-mail from two old friends today who are leaving for Aus. How strange it is these days that final good-byes are made on the Net. And yet no doubt within days they'll be e-mailing photos of their arrival, where they're staying etc...Given that I've not seen them for ages will it ever seem like they ever really leave?

Proliferacy

I have been quite prolific lately, not only with this blog, but many other works in progress I am doing. Digging out old tapes of my first band and being very inspired by the quality of the lyric writing (I was only a lad when I wrote them!). I may publish some of the best ones here, but wonder do I keep to the original song titles or not? Does a rhyming lyric become a poem when taken out of context? Can a poem ever truly become a lyric for a song? Purists would argue 'No!' and I think I'd go along with that. But sometimes the esthetic of a lyric can lift it into the sphere of True Poetry and I suppose it's only fair that the reverse may also be true. Some of my poetry could easily outdo many a pop songs lyrics for grammatical dexterity. Maybe I am a great lyricist but did not know it!

05/05/05... or 666?

Blair appears to be back. Well, I voted for him at least and as I write it looks promising. The Tories floundering in the background cannot have a hope now Blair has joined forces with Bush and put us on the world stage again, for better or for worse.

Timing issues

Timothy timed the tinny can-can
And numbered the hubris'd klu-klux-klan
Waiting for figurative results
In a sheltered blanket of peace

Clare weighed the woody tom-tom
And countered the debris from the wonton
Waiting for diminuative results
In a sheltered sleeping bag

On my last post

I think my last post might well have been equally describing the blank page of a blog before a thought is thought out. All the future unpublished pages of my blog are ranged like unfallen snowflakes, waiting for my thoughts to literally crystallize them into being.

Like the unheard forest tree in Zen, the snowflakes are only seen when they are "written on".

But when will they fall?

Eskimo Snow

Whiteness blaring on whiteness
...and white
Only white

A staring blankness staring
...and white
Only white

Glaring staring whiteness
A snowdrift on ice

Flaring ice fire
Into glacial skies

...and white
Only white

Complexity in Simplicity

How often do you hear that Eskimoes have a thousand words for snow? Well, of course they don't. They have one word for snow, one word for sleet, one word for ice... in other words lots of words for different kinds of snow. Flake, crystal, glacial... we have different words too. I think my blog will be as different as all those words but is only about one thing. Not snow, but people and computers. In my job I often have to help people understand how to interact with their PC's in the workplace and I 'm always amazed how difficult a lot of people find it. As usual, everyone assumes something to be complicated when it fact it's all too simple.

So lets keep things nice and simple here.