Tuesday, February 28, 2006
The Ghost in man,
the ghost that once was man
But cannot wholly free itself from Man,
Are calling to each other thro' a dawn
Stranger than earth has ever seen;
the veil Is rending,
and the voices of the day
Are heard across the Voices of the dark".
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON (1809-1892)
I was treated to a rare visual experience the other night, trawling through the usual clap trap of satilite came across a documentry of a modern day master , the truly inspiring Simon Marsden, whilst watching his images of archaic gothic albeit haunting photography It also reminded me on how much my love affair with the elemental forces of the land had made an irrevocable mark upon my early years and stayed with me ever since. His monotone yet charismatic voice not only spellbound me with his understanding of things but in essence made me connect with the part of me that has never been tainted by the every day modern hum drum living. It was almost as if it gave me a glimpse of the ghost of my past for I had nearly forgotten..
Back on line ! But not back on track - Last week was a trip to parental hell with my daughter suffering from chronic constipation and then contracting the vomiting and diahorrea virus ; ensured several trips via the ambulence with screaming child in tow and after the drama of that and my home turned into a roman vomitorium when luci also contracted it and myself getting a touch of it too at the end of the week. The week was a blur but suffice to say I let a small sigh of relief the girls arent completely over their ordeal- luci being a bit ropey but Im glad to see color in their little faces at least. To top things off my mother was in hospital the same week getting a hip replaced and jeez I missed her - shes on the road to recovery too.. Never a dull moment.. The best news I have is that my sister and my pending brother in law are making it legal - yes thats right they got engaged and Im green as pus with envy and christ what a rock - shes delirously happy and its a long time coming to her (the happiness that is not the engagement - the latter is whirlwindishy but who says you need time to be that sure?)....
Thursday, February 9, 2006
There is a go slow in work - no one wanted builders in before Christmas and no one has the money after recovering from the insane expenditure of the festive period and to top it all my firewall expires and there’s at least 2 thousand corrupt or infected files on my pc. Which basically speaking (in the words of my old Asian pigeon legged mad as a snake landlord) ’got filled in’. So the computer is now in the hands of one of my boss’s sons friend who just happens to be one of the biggest dope smokers and porn barons in Dublin for ‘ cleaning’.. This is a topsy turvy world I live in..
To top it all off I have my insane boss asking the rhetorical question consistently ‘why is there no work in’ at this stage the slow cancer of insanity is a downwards spiral - Home life is no picnic either Ryan’s cabin fever increases with each day and both my daughters having erratic sleeping patterns are not helping but in all this insanity I am grateful for the small things , I could be going to a funeral tomorrow so why bother worrying, getting wound up. Jesus I have a friend going through radiotherapy at the moment for cancer at the moment - I’m in a hell of better place than most. So I wont complain Some people don’t know what they have got - for instance there’s my boss- selling part of his salvage yard for over 4million, note the use of the word part -has several different bank accounts accruing to the equivalent , has at least seven properties , he has a broken marriage, his kids are like vultures in the eves, his 20 year relationship with his partner is full of contempt and they live in the same house without speaking a word to one another- for all his money I wouldn’t swap