Ra Springtime Will Come!
Wednesday 1:50 p.m.
When the springtime will come, Oh, won't we have fun. We'll get out of jail. And we'll go on the bum!
From the Wobbly Song Book. My favourite
Oh, why should I work, like other men do. Oh, why should I work when the sky is so blue!
The week's work is done and it's only Wednesday afternoon. What a fortunate creature I am!! No social engagements have been arranged to steal my time away. Yippee!!
What a pleasant prospect over the next four days! Week on week the meditations have just got better and better. It's hardly believable, but this is the case. Saturday will be the big one this time. The house will be empty Saturday evening and Saturday night. Solitude, solitude, solitude. I used to be the most sociable of joes. Stay away, stay away, stay away!
On the other hand, I'll have to do something about getting a literary agent. I can't remember why. I think it's so I can make a packet and give most of it away. Anyway, I'm going to spend a wee while sending emails to agents about Ancient Futures. I think the only folk who've ever read that book in the last ten years are me and Beef McDuck. I've got a review by him and I'll send agents that. 14 Martians visited my site with the books on it over the last seven days. God knows why. How did they find it? It not folk coming from here, I don't think. Must be Jack the Spam Robot and his chums. Non-organic entities.
I'm living the wonderful life. Thank God I taught myself to meditate! Right now I'm going to my allotment to sit on the floor of an rickety old hut. What a fortunate, fortunate creature I am!
6:45 p.m.
Fabulous, fabulous meditations in the hut this afternoon. Since it is the Springtime, I was going to intersperse meditating with digging. I got up and opened the door (it's tied shut with plastic string. Very basic hut model!) and went out to dig. It was snowing!! It must have been cold, eh? Didn't notice though there's only chicken wire for a window.
St Teresa was describing the various different kinds of locutions today. That's voices. Sometimes you can hear them out loud; sometimes inside. Sometimes it's because you're a looney of course. I'm going to read Revelations of Divine Love by Julian of Norwich next. See me? Ecumenical as hell!
11:10 p.m.
St Teresa says you have to have courage. (A colloquialism for that is bottle!) She was going on about being breathless again, and says she can't see much difference between trance, rapture and ecstasy. I know I'm just at the start of wonderful, wonderful things. Hope I don't need too much courage! I'm dead impressed by St Teresa. She didn't have any lamas at all! Loads and loads of bottle though!
When the springtime will come, Oh, won't we have fun. We'll get out of jail. And we'll go on the bum!
From the Wobbly Song Book. My favourite
Oh, why should I work, like other men do. Oh, why should I work when the sky is so blue!
The week's work is done and it's only Wednesday afternoon. What a fortunate creature I am!! No social engagements have been arranged to steal my time away. Yippee!!
What a pleasant prospect over the next four days! Week on week the meditations have just got better and better. It's hardly believable, but this is the case. Saturday will be the big one this time. The house will be empty Saturday evening and Saturday night. Solitude, solitude, solitude. I used to be the most sociable of joes. Stay away, stay away, stay away!
On the other hand, I'll have to do something about getting a literary agent. I can't remember why. I think it's so I can make a packet and give most of it away. Anyway, I'm going to spend a wee while sending emails to agents about Ancient Futures. I think the only folk who've ever read that book in the last ten years are me and Beef McDuck. I've got a review by him and I'll send agents that. 14 Martians visited my site with the books on it over the last seven days. God knows why. How did they find it? It not folk coming from here, I don't think. Must be Jack the Spam Robot and his chums. Non-organic entities.
I'm living the wonderful life. Thank God I taught myself to meditate! Right now I'm going to my allotment to sit on the floor of an rickety old hut. What a fortunate, fortunate creature I am!
6:45 p.m.
Fabulous, fabulous meditations in the hut this afternoon. Since it is the Springtime, I was going to intersperse meditating with digging. I got up and opened the door (it's tied shut with plastic string. Very basic hut model!) and went out to dig. It was snowing!! It must have been cold, eh? Didn't notice though there's only chicken wire for a window.
St Teresa was describing the various different kinds of locutions today. That's voices. Sometimes you can hear them out loud; sometimes inside. Sometimes it's because you're a looney of course. I'm going to read Revelations of Divine Love by Julian of Norwich next. See me? Ecumenical as hell!
11:10 p.m.
St Teresa says you have to have courage. (A colloquialism for that is bottle!) She was going on about being breathless again, and says she can't see much difference between trance, rapture and ecstasy. I know I'm just at the start of wonderful, wonderful things. Hope I don't need too much courage! I'm dead impressed by St Teresa. She didn't have any lamas at all! Loads and loads of bottle though!
posted by Hotboy at 1:54 PM
4 Comments:
I completely understand how hard it is to work with the beautiful blue spring sky!
;)
Always a pleasure to find your comments here, Lee Ann!
The antisocialising virus must have been on that toothbrush, cos I've got it too.
My only social engagement at the weekend is the regular doggy walk with Panda and Stu plus our dogs. It's bearable because we keep moving, and there's dogs to talk to. Also I wear a walkperson so I can tune out of the conversation when I need to. You should try that. Apart from that, the weekend is clear for gardening, staring, more dog-walking, and admiring the new TV. Thank goodness I have no friends.
I had an endless dream last night about you and the DB. I visited you in your state-of-the-art tower block home, with a 360° panoramic window. The whole block was mounted on gimbals, built to spin on its axis in the wind, which was dramatic. Also it sometimes leaned over almost to the horizontal, then it started driving along the motorway. Mr O'Boyle turned up. Nobody was fazed by the gyrating house. I kept waking up, only to continue the dream when I got back to sleep again.
Could you ask your readers if they think is phallic?
Adolf! Zeig! What is in the beer? Giant phallic symbols with panaramic views and gimbals? It'll be snakes and spiders and scorpions next! Switch to Victoria Bitter. That might help! Hotboy
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