Deadweight

This is the problem. Me. Yes we know that. Be more specific. I will try. Either I am under the influence of a diabolical hex and the forces of darkness have conspired to torment me until death or, I need to be more conservative,  guarded, restrained,  what you will.



The roses have forgotten to keep quiet. They can't help doing their screaming gold thing in spite of the blanket of shadows draped permanently over the sky and everything else. Very bad things are happening in the immediate vicinity and miraculously my heart doesn't just stop and call it a day. I am physically well, a bit thin, and taught like violin string catgut.

Lots of Green Because Lots of Water

Jacob is forging his personality. Not the right word is it; he isn't hammering out lots of virtues and character traits on a big anvil. Nevertheless, he is becoming more of a little man with his foibles, mores and whims. Smiley, beguiling and capricious.

Fresh Out of the Bath

Before Going Into the Circus

Little does he know; the biggest circus is outside the marquis. 

Q: What's the best way to kill a circus?

A: Go for the juggler.

Went to the circus last Friday. We were sitting right at the front so we could almost touch the tigers and camels. It seemed to go down well. The clowns weren't particularly funny though. Perhaps life is too funny to be outdone by a mere circus. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRZYOobTKFg

If you manage to watch this clip from Body heat it looks completely surreal. Ned the anti-hero is up to his neck in trouble, but he can't see it, and, even if he could he still wouldn't have the steel to do anything about it. I believe the technical term for this is dramatic irony.

Today's poem:

The cut and thrust
The lust or bust
The fragrant must
All turn to dust
All burn or rust
All die a death

And I would learn
In vain to spurn
To wait my turn
To be debased
To be replaced
To die a death

I am the least
I am the feast
I am the beast
Emerged from mud
To drink your blood
And die a death.