It breaks my heart to think that you’ve all been without my wisdom for three whole weeks. What else are you going to read, the newspaper? A novel? My God, it sounds so terrible…
I’ve just been so busy these past few weeks. Walking to the shops, browsing the shops, buying things from the shops, walking back from the shops etc. I’ve been doing a little bit of volunteering and I know I shouldn’t admit that as it’s not in accordance with Biblical wisdom, but there are a few notable things…
Every Friday I go to Asda in Thurmaston and collect a few bits for an elderly man. He lives alone, and on the doorstep he told me that he recently lost his mother, after caring for her for several years. I noticed his garden, asked him if he was a ‘something of a botanist’ and he said not like he used to be. I told him I was keen, and our garden at home was lacking in vegetation.
He went out to a great big compost bag and laid it on the floor two metres away from me. “Take these, Hyacinth bulbs, I had to throw them away because they were taking over the place.”
I don’t really know what hyacinths look like, or what they’re about but I know they appear in the Wasteland, and have some sexual connotations.
You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
“They called me the hyacinth girl.”
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
As Hyacinths are traditionally a symbol of fertility, this is widely interpreted as being sexually suggestive in a weird poetic lusty catholic sense. They were up to no good and he was blown away by her youth and beauty, and made a really big deal out of it. Or something like that.
Anyway, I hope that when this mess has all but cleared up and there is little-nothing left of our economy, we might have a delightful array of multi-coloured hyacinths blossoming.
The other job I have taken is simply to deliver a prescription to an ungrateful lady in Loughborough. I have considered whether I should stop doing it, but then I think of this as an opportunity to embrace my inner Christ, which is nearly always the best thing to do.
Just a side-thought, imagine if we could all be Christ-like all the time? Would that be Heaven on Earth, or some appalling dystopia? Christs working behind the checkouts, Christs in the magistrates courts, Christs selling yous second hand cars, Christ police, I don’t think it would work.
But generally, the more Christ-like a society is, the better, and if I can push it up a little bit further on the Christ-dial sometimes (maybe a couple of times a year) then let it be so.
I’ve been listening to some wonderful music, deviating from my techno-wheelhouse, exploring classics, which I will share with you here.
A New England by Kirsty MacColl. I’ve heard this before, and always presumed it was an American song, perhaps hoodwinked by the mention of ‘New England’ but it also has a hint of hillbilly to it.
I love the seriousness of Listen to your Heart by Roxette. The song comes across as angelic to me, a gentle keyboard melody and the soft but powerful Swedish voice of Marie Fredriksson. It’s catchy and the lyrics are mawkish but its deeply sincere and natural, so this doesn’t do it any harm. It strikes me as the kind of song that you’d have to have been madly in love with some one to come up with. And I would say I have never known what all the songs about, having never been in love myself, so this has its own kind of magic for me.
I seem to be perpetually discovering a new Blondie track that I love. There are so many of them, and you’re guaranteed to recognise most. My latest is Sunday Girl, I just love the way Harry moves from word to word in the voices often using perfectly placed pauses. Just watching her, arguably the most beautiful woman ever to have walked the Earth, singing Baby I would like to go out tonight, would be enough to make any Barbarian weak at the knees. She isn’t as animated as she is in other videos when her face tends to do all sorts: gurn, contort, and growl like an angry lion cub. She threw herself into everything she did, did Harry. I’d recommend watching her live performances if you want to explore that phenomenon…