Love, Poetry and Revolution - Wednesday 30th April 2025

T.S. Eliot's poem 'The Waste Land' opens with the line 'April is the cruellest month...', a line with deep meaning in context, contrasting as it does, the renewal and rebirth associated with Spring set against new life emerging from grief and loss.  This seems very appropriate, and April has been a busy month full of change and joy.

The month began with the scattering of E's ashes in North Wales.  This was both a sad and joyous occasion, which we all took part in.

Since then, I have transformed the back garden into something that E would have loved and almost completed the transformation of the garage into a music room, library and guest bedroom. As I write, it's being painted, and the final fix items are being done.

I'm not sure what E would have made of it.  Moving my books out of the main house and separating my music listening from everyone else would have been popular.  Having yet another room to myself (I have an office too), less so.

Life is for living, and I am moving on.  I am one hundred per cent invested in a new life with Q.  I still value and love the past E and I shared, but a line has been drawn under it. I cannot change that. I accept that and I honour what we had.  New life emerging from grief and loss.

I am very lucky to have so many friends, whom I have become closer to partly as a result of what's happened. I also have become part of a larger family (as have my 'boys'), and I am enjoying getting to know Q's family.

The universe decided that I go to a West End musical for the first time.  I had a great day out in London with Q, Φ and her mum. The musical in question was Les Misérables. I was glad to go and spend time with everyone, and had a great afternoon and evening. I didn't hate it. It had excellent stage scenery and effects. I haven't changed my views on musicals, but I didn't burst into flames or fall asleep. Apparently, it was an excellent production and everyone enjoyed it.  Maybe I'll provide a more in-depth analysis at a later date. I have lots to say.

I've done a lot more this month, probably to be shared via Instagram.  For words, see me.

Augustin Bousfield /  'Who New?'  / (Single)


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