Lonesome Thinking
I like to eat late
ponder sympathetic stories
and contemplate furtive plans
to prevent catastrophes
my driving thoughts
weighted down by passengers
those rare and remarkable
torn by loyalty and ambition
and then
the ever-present conundrum
to condemn or defend
I like to drink early
deliberate forfeited deceits
and envision surreptitious tactics
for averting calamities
and I might
heave a sigh
allusive but never aloof
I like to forecast
the slow and elegant rise
of exposed situations belonging
to the pained and fraudulent
quixotic philosophies
idealistic rehearsals
I am lonesome when I think
I am silent when I speak
I like to be right but offer nothing
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I learned a few interesting literary morsels today. It was reported that Jane Austen will soon
appear on the £10 note in the UK.
How frackin’ cool is that?! I’m
almost inclined to ask a UK friend to send me one, with proper compensation of
course, just to have one. I think it’s a
marvelous idea. Cha-ching!
I also discovered that Margaret Atwood has completed a
libretto for operatic production that chronicles the tragic life of legendary
Canadian poet and actor, Pauline Johnson.
This is super exciting because I know very little about her so I’m
compelled to learn more in light of this outstanding news. I doubt I’ll be in attendance for any of the
performances but anything is possible. Seeing
a live opera is on my bucket list.
I confess I didn’t do anything in the way of editing ‘Large-Hearted’. I was going to last night but I watched a
disturbing documentary instead, about a home invasion/murder in Cheshire, Connecticut. I kept trying to turn it off because it was
turning my stomach but I endured the full scope of the story to its end. It was a complicated tale that involved the
death penalty and I’m not even sure I fully believe the details of the
crime. I also don’t think the small town
police force did everything they could to save the mother and two daughters who
were killed. My heart ached for them and
I truly hope they have found peace.
Egads. I normally don’t watch
that sort of thing but I was too tired to change the channel and got sucked
in. It’s scary, the evil that lurks in
this world, it also serves as a stark reminder to seek out the goodness life
offers. Bad things happen to good people
and you wish to God you could understand why.
Appreciating life is the only source of survival. And love.
Yay for Fridays! I
discovered I have a beer in my fridge this morning. So, tonight, I’m going to go home, change
into my comfy clothes, fire up my ‘Large-Hearted’ playlist and start
working. Weather permitting; I am going
to take in the Halifax Pride parade tomorrow.
It’s the happiest and most colorful parade I’ve ever seen and rivals
every other one we have in this city. I
hope the sun shines so everyone can get out and celebrate. After the parade, I figure I’ll sit with my
pages and keep working. Eavesdrop a
little, people watch and think. An
artist date is necessary. I look forward
to it.
Coming up: next
weekend will mark the 118th birthday of Halifax/Dartmouth. In celebration, I’ll be taking in Joel
Plaskett’s show on the Dartmouth waterfront avec fireworks. At least, that’s the plan so far. And as always, weather permitting. And THEN, the countdown will be ON for Matt
Mays in Hubbards at the Shore Club.
Righteous! I look so forward to
that night away from the city.
Have a great weekend, lovely humans. Practice random acts of kindness and be good
to yourself.
In propinquity,
Nic
