Category Archives: Emotion
Cave Carnem…..
With regards to posting on this blog, I’ve been remiss of late. My mind has been full of pictures and my fingers appeared to have run out of ink. And yet, there I was staring at the blank white sheet … Continue reading
forget-me-nots…..
It doesn’t take much to make us humans gush or, indeed, to outpour. We gush or outpour at the drop of a hat or , hat dropping aside, whenever a taste, a face, a place, a smell or a moment unlocks a bitter or … Continue reading
hold the anchovies….
I never fail to be surprised at how many people appear have an aversion to anchovies whereas I cannot imagine being without them, in the same way that I cannot imagine being without olive oil, tomatoes, onions and garlic. If ever there … Continue reading
hanging on……
Soaking up the beauty around me on this warm early morning in late, late August has me desperately trying to suppress the emotions of clinging on, of eking out the pleasure, of denying the ineluctability of time ; childhood’s last strawberry on the plate, adolescence’s … Continue reading
I wish……
…..that I wasn’t so utterly depressed by this recent manifestation of democracy which seems to have made nobody happy……gleeful. angry, mocking, aggressive….but not happy.
bored of the flies…..
The sun has finally, if temporarily, ceased its curmudgeonly behaviour and has had the good seasonal grace to put on its hat and come out to play.Summer’s forte lies in promises rather than foreplay and as these promises are so … Continue reading
Hobson’s egg….
Given the choice, we humans will invariably choose to have a choice. The more extensive the list of choices may be, the more highly we regard that which is on offer. Not withstanding, that in this time of ours, knowledge has … Continue reading
a taste as old as cold water….
Lawrence Durrell’s precise metaphor is the clearest description of the taste of olives that I have ever heard or read. In truth, he was speaking of the wrinkly, black, salt cured olives whose flavour is as naked and unashamed as a new … Continue reading
burning question…..
Atavistic memories of the word “incinerator” recently started to shuffle around the corridors of my mind but the events surrounding that word remain in soft focus. There was a point in my childhood when several parts of our family shared a house … Continue reading
Thinking of pussy…
A quiet still hour, with Molly sitting on my lap, has given rise to a Professor Higgins moment. It has made me wonder why a person can’t be more like a cat. I should make it clear that I am … Continue reading