Patience, shrink of shrinks, is convinced she has the means of performing the oracle. She dislikes what we humans call failure, recorded by distortion. In order to self-motivate I have decided to chronicle ongoing events in a diary which will be more about contemporaneous comment and awry observations on current affairs and miscellaneous memories than a recording of reality on a mundane basis.
I have no idea of what will emerge but as long as it as cynical as hell and reflects my less than perfect perception of matters which matter and don’t matter, so what. For purposes of prudence this diary will be retrospective.


Would that the words of Brendan Kennelly might be my epitaph:

“They gather together to pool their weaknesses,
Persuade themselves that they are strong.
There is no strength like the strength of one
Who will not belong”.


The Prodigal on the Camino 2015

The Prodigal on the Camino 2015
The Prodigal on the Camino 2015

Thursday, 5 January 2017

November 5th 2015

Dates are just little milestones on the face of a calendar; or are they?
Last night Patience and the Prodigal hugely enjoyed the movie of Jack Kerouac’s famous novel,
“On the Road”. By a coincidence Jack was born in 1922, the same year as my old man. His birthday was March 12th which is my own birthday. By another coincidence I picked up an ancient volume today in the attic called “Poems from Ella Wheeler Wilcox” and glanced through it. She is famous for many quotable quotes, the most memorable being:
  “Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone;
  In Chinatown, San Francisco, California there is an alley called Jack Kerouac Alley whose focal feature is a number of plaques with quotations from famous poets, among them John Steinbeck, Maya Angelou and Kerouac himself. Nestled in among these is Ella Wheeler Wilcox whose quotation is:
 “Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes”
She also wrote;
“All love that has not friendship for its base
Is like a mansion built upon the sand”

By a curious coincidence, today is Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s birthday.

Incidentally, Kerouac’s quotation from “On the Road” is:
“The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great,
that I thought I was in a dream.”

Some lines from one of Ella’s more thoughtful poems: (Progress)

“Why should the spirit peer through some priest-curtained orifice
And grope along dim corridors of doubt?
When all the splendour from unfathomed seas of space
Might bathe it with the golden waves of love?
Sweep up the debris of decaying faiths;
Sweep down the cobwebs of worn-out beliefs,
And throw your soul wide open to the light
Of Reason and Knowledge”


Happy Birthday Ella!








 

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