Fat People Like Cake

Fat people like cake
creamy and baked
glazed hard with sugar
that crunches when bitten
and sticks around the lips
to be licked and sucked
long after the cake has gone.

But some
fat people don't like cake
They like hot sausage rolls
that melt in the mouth
or fried eggs and bacon fat
mopped up with bread.

DiH

A first draft but not sure where it is going - if anywhere

Today

Today was a good day. Work went well, I felt sharp and useful and then I met my friend and we had naughty cakes and talked about Uni and art and writing and things that we love to do. We talked about being writers and being published (even in small ways) and ideas; about people from our past. It was good. And I felt like I could say things that I wanted and I felt funny and alive and loved and happy. Why isn't every day like this?

My friend (who will probably read this) told me about her brother turning up very drunk and spending the night. And even though I know it is wrong and really annoying I just can't stop thinking about brothers turning up drunk and spending the night on settees and deciding to take their clothes off. I mean who would really want to see their brother naked! Dreadful but also funny - something to tell their children in years to come. And their children will say 'not you Dad, your too boring for that'. And brothers and sisters will say 'I can't believe when you used to do that, when you used to piss me off!' Its funny and sad, and lovely and families and history.

And I so wish my brother would come around, even really drunk and want to stay on the settee and see my home as somewhere he could be safe; somewhere he could come and just be.

But not take his clothes off though - that would be Yuk. That is too much.

A Dog's Tail

Something strange happened today. Something I had never witnessed before. My dog chased its tail. Just for a few seconds she turned her head and noticed a her fluffy white curly tail standing aloft and began to chase it in circular motion. Each turn increasing in speed and with her head becoming a little closer to her tail. I have seen other dogs chase their tales but never her. She is three already and so I thought she would probably never chase her tail.

What made her do it today or had I just never noticed her chasing her tail, or maybe just never been around to witness it before. (The old if a tree falls in the wood with no one to witness it does it still make a sound question.) I suspect this was the first occurrence as she seems surprised at seeing her tail and shocked at her inability to catch it. In her defence the running circle only lasted a second or two before she cottoned on to the fact that it was her tail and it was un-catchable.

Are we humans so quick to realise how futile chasing our tails has become?

The Reflective Snake

I took a canoe out on the River Waveney and took a photograph of the arm of wood that came out of the water like a snake. Its reflection, on a bright sunny day made it even more snake like. The flattened head hovered over the water poised to bite or sting anyone floating past. I wanted to get close enough to touch it but was too afraid in case it pounced at me. I thought the wood would soften and stretch out, momentarily alive and venomous before returning to its hardened state. Two snakes one solid and set, the other trembling in water lapping under its reflective partner.

Which would do the most harm?

Maybe the water snake would drag me down into its lair before sucking out my last breath and easing my lifeless mould back into the air - a trophy to its staring brother.

DiH

Lost and Found

Two dustbins found on the beach displaying the number 6 or 16.

Each with a white coded council sticker (number not registered because basically who cares how the council code a dustbin).

Presently sitting near the rocks but previously situated on the sea edge being manhandled by two scroats who were intelligently trying to float off to sea in them - Unsuccessfully (unfortunately).

I asked the dustbin men if anyone had lost their bins but they hadn't a clue.

Please see The Beach if you require your dustbins back.

Memory

Why can I remember the words of a song
with perfect recall from thirty years ago.

(apart from mis-heard lyrics
that fit so easily into the real
rhythms of the music
better than the originals)

The joy of singing loud and flat,
screaming out the high notes
in tuneless abandon.

Yet I can’t remember what I did yesterday.

Been a long time gone

I have not written on my blog for such a long time but have thought of it often. So finally remembered my login details and decided to get back into it.

News

I am suffering with one of those grotty virus type colds at the mo. Sore throat, blocked nose, tired eyes, hacking cough and it has drained all my energy. It has really drained my energy and is making me feel just YUK, YUK, YUK!!! I just want to sleep all the time which is really rubbish and haven't managed to get any of the jobs done which I wanted to this weekend. Having no energy is a real drag - mind you I have watched lots of old stuff I recorded on the DVD recorder and enjoyed most of it, especially The Genius of Photography. And have managed to clear down the memory somewhat so I can record some new stuff.

I will finish with a poem by (yes you guessed it) my favourite SpikeY!

NEW MEMBERS WELCOME

Pull the blinds
on you emotions
Switch off our face.
Put your love into neutral
This way to the human race.

London
April 1971

Sometimes I think it would be nice to do this. Just switch of my emotions, close down my reactions and sail along without hassle or pain.

DiH

Just one last note - I am going to church tonight. It is my second time - I found it comforting last time but not sure why? Tell you more later - maybe?