Friday, October 12, 2007

dawdling on the way home from the bus stop





W. H. Davies
Leisure
WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

curiouser & curiouser





you might not expect a dairy products warehouse to be one of the cultural outposts of educated cynicism ... but as i approached a slightly cross-eyed young polish forklift driver whilst making a delivery to a refrigerated warehouse near woking, he greeted me thus ...


"good morning, oedipus !"


... which he pronounced oy-dip-uss


i pointed out that i am neither clever nor blind ... yet