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So here it is.. a blog. Repository of some of my present musings and interests. Sometimes things pop into my head that should probably stay there - it is possible I shall share at least some of them here. (Naturally I shall filter out the ones about my sordid obsession with the culinary dark arts, one has to protect the innocent!) Please feel free not to take this too seriously, much of it could wind up being snippets of things that amuse me. Yesterday I came up with this: Few politicians can be considered first class, but not a few are number twos. What can I do with it? Nothing springs to mind, except perhaps blog it. Perhaps in some other life I'm a failed stand-up comedian. I have the beginnings of an idea to introduce another player into the Mr Moonlight story, a nice visual has occurred to me, and a summoning gone wrong seems appropriate. When I finish up here I shall literally put pen to paper. I find writing at least initially longhand helps my ideas flow. When I type up what I've written, I give it a first revision at the same time, and as a bare minimum check my spellings and grammar . I do want to keep tabs on my current reading here. I usually have several books on the go at the same time. Currently I am working through 'Pyramids' by Terry Pratchett. I reread Pratchett's books over and over - usually at work where they provide much needed amusement whilst I eat breakfast. 'The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle', by Stuart Turton was loaned to me by a friend who shares a love of murder mysteries, (especially Agatha Christie's works). It is a new take on the genre and very very clever. The protagonist occupies different bodies - a selection of the guests at the house where Evelyn is murdered. Each day he spends in a different guest, and he has been tasked with discovering the murderer - or maybe saving Evelyn from actually being murdered, it is hard to tell. The book twists and turns and is quite intriguing. 'New Science - Principles of the new science concerning the common nature of nations' is an English translation by David Marsh of 'La Scienza Nuova' by Giambattista Vico, published in 1725. Not far into this yet, I had to find a copy of the frontispiece online, as it wasn't included in the Kindle edition. The first part of the book explains the idea - and uses a detailed description of the frontispiece to convey this. So being without it would have made things somewhat harder. 'The Complete Works of Michael De Montaigne' is again a translation, this time by Donald M. Frame. Montaigne's Essays are famous, I kept reading about them, so treated myself to a nice hardbound copy to dip into - usually just before bedtime. So there we have it - a blog entry - enjoy! (whispers almost inaudibly 'Bon Appétit). |
| Prompt 7: Write their Song (Andre and Leonard Cohen) Whilst Andre's musical skills are considerable, his actual song writing ability was related to how he generally sets about the task, which I have on the very best authority involves a lot of bashing on a typewriter. This being the case he was content to let Leonard Cohen do most of the writing for their collaborative effort. However, I present it here with some of Andre, and Leonard's deleted lines, (the ones that didn't make it onto the recorded version): The song is called 'Hymn 2' When I asked You for a kindness You smiled sweetly, and gave me two Said I need one for my brother then You just laughed and said him too. Because I was falling a-part in due course You became my glue. I was in need of direction and so You told me what to do. Peel bananas, man that's nice They're so good I could eat them twice. Chorus I feel Your presence always, through each dark night and every day Listening to Your quiet voice, find comfort in all You say Oh I need You in my life my Lord, in all the things I do All my trials and tribulations, I lay them out for You. Can I lean on You discretely? I asked with some real concern and You held on to me tightly with such a love I can't return. For my every indecision You would explain what I must learn When life's problems hurt me sorely then for Your solace I would yearn. Day-O. Chorus. A shame we don't hear You clearly, and I gave such a heavy sigh Why is that? You asked politely a merry twinkle in Your eye The mistakes we make in Your name It's a wonder that we scrape by Not all of us see too clearly You will judge us after we die. Don't step on the banana skin, You may slip and do yourself in. Chorus. Every one of us makes mistakes You see the best in each it's true. Know the intention in our hearts when we just haven't got a clue, teach us how to live correctly how we must start each day anew I, my brother need Your blessing You say yes, and yes to him too. Everybody was Monkey Poop fightin', It was very, VERY frightnin'. (This was actually written by Leonard, who'd had several banana rum on the rocks by then). Chorus. (repeat and fade). Word Count: 408 |
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). I mostly reject that. I'm eating rice with an egg this morning but Pannya just brought me chocolate milk from 7/11 (bless him; I really don't need it).
