Love, Poetry and Revolution - Tuesday 18th April 2023

Sun!  Has Spring sprung?  I'm not fully able to enjoy it, but the sunshine is very uplifting, work or no work.

Apart from work, what happens during the day?  I find time to meditate, for starters, but not a lot else, or at least nothing beyond the ordinary.

Q returns home a little after five, but I work a bit longer as there are some big things to be considered for the project.

We have a bit of a chill and then start on dinner.  Q chills by learning more Spanish, as do I, but then I also read more about 'Cyclops'.

Pasta and meatballs in a ragu for dinner followed by some Easter chocolate leftovers whilst watching MAFSA. We're a bit later than last night and tiredness descends upon us all precluding the finishing of this episode of MAFSA.

Sleep beckons but not before this week's poem is read, which is 'Dog Days' by Derek Mahon.  There's a nugget of something that strikes a chord deep within. Here it is:

'When you stop to consider

The days spent dreaming of a future

And say then, that was my life.'

For the days are long -

From the first milk van

To the last shout in the night,

An eternity. But the weeks go by

Like birds; and the years, the years

Fly past anti-clockwise

Like clock hands in a bar mirror.

 C Duncan / 'Say' / 'Architect'

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