Love, Poetry and Revolution - Monday 15th December 2025

Carpe Diem

There is much encouragement from society to make the most of every day. Identify the small things that bring pleasure. Be grateful for what you have, not what you lack or desire. This is all sensible advice, but we can't be exploring a new part of the world every day.  Jumping out of planes (with parachutes, ofc), flying at 500 knots through the Machynnleth loop in the backseat of an F15E at 250 feet above the ground. Gradually, day-to-day life imposes its mundane aspects on us and the possibility of living each day as if it will be our last soon fades away.  It would be too exhausting and become rather tedious.  We find pleasure in the people and activities we love, or go mad.

Sometimes life intervenes and is determined to slap us around the face with a wet fish to remind us of our mortality. But there are escapes...

Music is one of the things that keeps me energised, so I'm very grateful to still have some hearing (despite the loud concerts and fast jet noise I've subjected it to) left. (Pardon?)

The reasons I like a song are widely varied. I especially like songs which include multiple concurrent different vocal lines. The more the better. 'Knots', which follows, is built around interlocking/entwined vocals. Is it called a 'round'?



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