Tidying Up, Finishing Touches!
The double-gang dimmer switch (leading-edge) is on order, to be collected in the morning when hopefully it will be light enough to turn off the electricity into the Old Stables and bring a new light experience inside and out.
The two Roxy compact disks have arrived and are now on iTunes, and on the iPod via playlists. I have also written a short note, about these minor luxuries, on which I fritter away my minimal funds.
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The tables have been moved into an (almost for certain) final position. All now to do is to find a place for all the things that have gathered themselves onto the said table during the reorganisation.
A reorganisation which is in effect a return to the original layout of several years ago; yes, we are all at our most comfortable with familiarity are we not, certainly this particular chap is more at home with what he knows.
Here is a poem from this morning's creative writing gathering where it was well-received, if in no way understood:
For Me My Stem It Said So
Again then
My stem
Stated not to name
Tension climbs the spine
Pulls right across the shoulder
Brought on by
Being of the bold
In the middle of nowhere
The water
Runs slowly into
The drain below
Below the wisteria
Below the bamboo cane
The clay and slate rotate
In some forbade rectangle
Emigrate
It’s not too late
For you and Mr Bojangles
A corner light, a mistook sight
Mistletoes of Spanish rain
Temeraire from County Clare
The swollen peace to sustain
The clock ticks
The room is cold
Olden days
Are over
Silence is the pastime
Write once more the last rhyme
Onward the beach wise drover
At loss of heather and clover
Carriages and crucibles
Rubies and cubicles
Statuettes of liberation
The siren and the seagull
Drift through shores of evil
From wave to wave
They crave
Until the neaps
Fare full
Carved wood
Fallen leaf
Compost
By the thrush
It is no shame
Then not to name
For me
My stem
It said so
