Tag: ramblings

Zoo Story

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Regulate our rabid roaring.
Ease back every brutal word.
Stop the spread of sour suspicion.
Tell them too much hate is heard.
Rein in reckless rabbiting.
Ask angry creatures count to five.
Inch away from icy inclines.
No lemming leaps and stays alive.
The wise bee works to save the hive.

Watching 'The Most Dangerous Animals In The World' - The Bronx Zoo in 1963  - Flashbak

images: Pinterest and Flashbak

inspiration: RESTRAINT from https://randomwordgenerator.com

Universal Cure

While writing my previous post, I hit this link to https://randomwordgenerator.com just to check that it worked and noticed – nowt wrong with my eyesight, see? – a fresh word on display.

Try it. Never the same word twice. This time it was miracle, a gift horse I couldn’t look in the mouth even though I’d only just dismounted the last one.

My mum, wedded to wise saws and sayings, used to say I could never leave well enough alone and – guess what? – she was right. Mums often are. And unlike my dad she had no time for ‘enlightened self-interest’, regarding it as a respectable mask for greed and selfishness, so this one is for her:

My prayer falls on deafened ears 
if hardened hearts are everywhere 
refusing shelter from the storm 
and finding new ways not to care -
charity may start at home - 
leave it there to die alone -
export it and the world's your own.

 

symbol of kindness | Kindness symbol, Symbols, Kindness

 

image: Pinterest

Dancing in the Dark

My thanks to Mike Halliwell for this snappy little acrostic poem:

Lambeth-walk
Or
Charleston;
Knees-ups
Delight
Our
World-weary
Neighbours.

Lambeth Walk

To any choreographers who may be reading this, how about some bright new versions of those good old dances to incorporate social distancing? Meanwhile, here’s my own stripped-back acrostic based on a randomly-generated word:

Crampon
Lack
Impedes
Mountain
Bid

Hmm … that’s either a shock headline in Mountaineering Weekly or an obscure metaphor for, er,  you-know-what! Not much else to talk about, really, is there? Other subjects are available, I’m told, but like homing pigeons my scattered thoughts keep returning to our collective dovecote of doom …

Did I just say that out loud? Well, strange days breed odd outpourings … as absolutely nobody said, ever!

And talking of odd outpourings, here’s another:

Collect enough data today –
Lift lockdown tomorrow, they say.
If stuck in a pit
Maybe digging ain’t it
But ladder-less, hell, dig away!

Oh dear, grumpy or what? There’ll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover in my next post – just you wait and see! – but just for now and while I’m in this somewhat strange mood, let me leave you with the not-so-fresh prince of despair …

 

 

image: Vauxhall, Oval & Kennington

source: climb from https://randomwordgenerator.com

Mixed Metaphors

Rallying troopers for a
hopeless charge with the
empty pledge that future
targets will soon be in place and, going forward,
onward plans exist to provide sufficient operational gear
retrospectively some time sooner or later this year
is rather like waiting for hoofbeats to die away into distance before
closing the stable door.

Cue picture, followed by some additional thoughts:

Don't shut the stable door after the horse has bolted' - meaning ...

I don’t really know what else to say … but somehow or other I can’t leave it there. Like many others, perhaps, I’m torn between a profound wish to support the national effort and the burning urge to criticise the hell out of it.

To do whatever it takes is a fine slogan but simply reacting to events may not be enough when the initiative must be seized so that we get ahead of the curve. If preparations have been left too late, our leaders should (a) acknowledge past mistakes and (b) move heaven and earth to rectify the worsening situation. When so much is at stake, the powers-that-be will not be forgiven for dishonesty nor pardoned for inaction.

Who knows what the future will bring? We all have our hopes and fears, more of them shared than we may yet realise. Upheaval and opportunity go hand in hand.

A little personal example comes to mind: I can’t spend time with my grandkids but can see them online and, mindful of their interrupted schooling, send them video readings from factual books with pictures – dinosaurs and explorers the chapters requested so far!

Silver linings, perhaps … but let’s not count our chickens. Nor mix our metaphors, for that matter. So easy to lapse into banality when you’ve had it, er, easy. And what can I say, I’m a comfortable baby-boomer in a first-world country? It’s true. I also have the great privilege of age, having enjoyed my three score and ten. As the old film title said, I’m All Right, Jack! And as the old blues puts it, I’ve had my fun if I don’t get well no more … 

I’m fine (touch wood!) and rediscovering simple pleasures: reading and writing, listening to music, hearing birdsong. I’m also heartened by the selflessness and bravery shown by ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances. It behoves us all to think of others in our actions – and, yes, inactions! Such times bring out the best and worst in humankind.

Cue song, then, music offering as much solace as anything can when we are feeling so many mixed emotions. And where else could you find such a potent blend of humour, remembrance and philosophy?

 

 

image: The Phrase Finder

source: rhetoric from https://randomwordgenerator.com

Deadline

pretend you are permitted just one message
and all that you ever meant to say is now
restricted to
a few last words – allow yourself a vital
gasp of air while whirling emotions seek to
resolve themselves into fresh phrase
and novel sentence and the moment of truth draws near –
please, you cry, more time required for anything approaching
honesty! none left? oh well, then, something to do with love …

 

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image: YouTube

source: paragraph from https://randomwordgenerator.com

The Play Way

It’s almost three weeks since my previous WordPressing and so – concerned that I might be starting to run out of steam – have just gone back five years to my first ever post in search of fresh inspiration …

My voyage of exploration begins. I want to recapture the spirit of childhood, when we would set out from home with the deliberate aim of getting hopelessly lost. No point in going over old ground, after all …

freerange

Reading that again, I’m somehow reminded of these opening credits to a groundbreaking TV show:

Many people of my generation will know every word of this off by heart. Back then we wouldn’t have missed the adventures of the Starship Enterprise, ha, for the world! Pre-moon landings, outer space was still sexy and post-Beatlemania but pre-Woodstock we were eager for alternative experiences. Boundaries were boring and Star Trek, by definition, didn’t have any. Plus it employed some clever sci-fi screenwriters to explore some radical new ideas … well, radical by comparison with the fusty old 1950s of our childhood! Yes, in 1966, Warp Speed was the only way to travel …

In many ways they were confident times in which to grow up. The following opening credits feature two stylish special agents with a refreshingly chilled-out attitude to the Cold War hanging over their – and our – heads:

Looking back, the appeal of both shows was their optimistic and playful approach to serious subjects. Escapist, even naiive, their exploration and make-believe brought welcome extensions to our childhood. And come to think of it, much of our playing had involved pretending to be grown-ups. Adults appeared resourceful, capable, powerful. The very last person you’d want to be was Peter Pan – I mean, what sort of lunatic would want to stay a kid forever?

But now, looking back with a nostalgic eye, how we revere those precious moments of innocent discovery! As so often, the philosopher Nietzsche nails this idea:

‘In every real man, a child is hidden that wants to play.’

Ironic, isn’t it, that children yearn for adulthood while adults still feel like children? I suppose this doubleness in our nature is the basis of empathy between the generations. I find in playing with my grandkids a way to re-live my past through younger eyes as well as sharing in their fresh discoveries. I’ve just read what follows and every word of it struck a chord:

Play is the most valuable way that children learn. Play allows children to use their creativity while developing their imagination, dexterity, and physical, cognitive, and emotional strength. Play is important to healthy brain development. It is through play that children at a very early age engage and interact in the world around them.

As young children struggle to create a desired effect with a toy, they discover that it isn’t always easy. They realize that there is perhaps a problem to be solved and that they have to practice to acquire and improve the skills necessary to achieve their goal.

Studies have proven that play with other children is also critical for the development of children’s social skills, They are developing skills and habits and attitudes that will stay with them throughout their lives. Play is children’s work, and they give a tremendous amount of energy and effort to it. It promotes emotional well being – awareness, acceptance, personal integration, coping skills – and builds values including empathy, trust and respect for others while they play.

It’s good to know that even an old codger like me can help in this valuable process! And through it I learn that life goes on and – who knew? – that it isn’t all about me!

Appy Days!

After far too long struggling with the slowness of my WordPress link, I’ve finally got around to downloading the WordPress App.

No idea why it took me so long. The difference is striking. Typing this now, letters and words appear instantly instead of several seconds later – in effect, I was writing blind and trying to marry what was in my head with whatever eventually showed up on the screen.

The link was so slow that I couldn’t access my list of followed sites, which made managing them well-nigh impossible. Now I can whizz through them – just been unfollowing those who haven’t published in a year or more. The number of these surprised me, as did the higher number that haven’t posted for several months.

also noticed many sites with no information about when they last posted. Does anyone know if such sites are disused? It seems sensible to unfollow redundant blogs and so make it easier to concentrate on active sites.

I haven’t been visiting as much as I should and would be happy to receive heads up and links to posts you think I might like. I well remember doing just that in the early days to build up my readership.

Ah, the boldness of youth!

What am I talking about? That was only three years ago … or was it four?

Ah, the forgetfulness of age! Listen, did I ever tell you about that time at the 1970 Isle of Wight Festival when everybody went skinny-dipping?

did?

Oh well … won’t hurt to hear it again, will it? You see, in all the excitement, nobody had thought to pack their cossies …

[That’s enough excitement for today, time for your Ovaltine … Ed.]

 

 

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