A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
Maybe you can almost characterize the poetry of the New York School as having as one of its main subjects the fullness and richness of life and the richness of possibility and excitement and happiness.
I don’t think the nature of my poetry is satirical or even ironic, I think its essentially lyrical…The comic element is just something that it seems to me enables me to be lyrical in the same way – not to compare myself qualitatively to these great writers – but in the same way that it enables Byron to write his best poetry and certainly Aristophanes and certain others too.
Kidding around you are terrible sometimes
When I feel that I have to do it
Suddenly behaving like an ape, piling up snow on top of
When I know that isn’t going to win her heart;
Screaming for no reason very loud, eating in a noisy way,
Running and barking as if I were a dog through the
dimly lighted streets
Frightening the inhabitants, bashing myself into
Or Mannequins in a store-window display, and yelling
I am having so much fun
Seemingly. But isn’t this faithless seeming?
For I’m a Joker, an ass
And I can’t stop being
Ridiculous, my tongue against the window
Vlop vlap I cant get loose
It’s frozen here!
How can I ever say what’s in my heart
While imitating the head butts of a rhinoceros
Or the arm spans of an octopus
I am nothing but a wretched clown
Of humiliating things.
Like a far-off landscape.
To be rid of the troubles
Of one person by turning into
Someone else, moving and jolting
As if nothing mattered but today
In fact nothing
But this precise moment—five thirty-one a.m.
Celery growing on the plains
Snow swirls in the mountains.
Football truly unites people like no other. Watching the opening game of the 2014 World Cup at the MU Student Center was a truly unique experience. There were groups of Africans, Iranians, Koreans and South Asians all watching and cheering on. I am a football naif so do not expect any technical analysis from me but even from a human point of view, what drama, what spectacle, what theatre. I really like the Guardian’s coverage though.
The brilliance of Neymar, the Croatian player pleading unsuccessfully with the referee, the folly of the Brazilian own goal, the passion of the crowd. As neutral man watching a neutral sport, one could ask for nothing more.
A few years ago, I saw this quote on somebody’s website:
When I grow up I will do hard mathematics ruthlessly
I was wowed. I somehow wanted to be like this guy. I suppose some people never grow up :(
One of the best sketches. Graham Champan and Michael Palin.