I see my mind as a tapestry woven through with memories, dreams and thoughts.

Monday, 29 March 2010

My written words

Blank paper. My hand scribbles words. The paper becomes the white wall of the garden, suddenly scrawled with leaf prints as the sun emerges. I can choose permanence for my words, but I can also store the memory of the leaf prints - to become words.

Sunday, 28 March 2010


Cat. Here is a cat. No doubt, another cat will spring into your mind. This cat is pretty. It could well have been scary; in fact hairy and scary.

This is comfortable cat.

Out there is a veritable world of cats, besides those in your mind; enormous cats, tiny cats cats, cats courageous and bold; timid cats, fast cats and cats that are ailing and old.

Look at T.S. Eliot's 'Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats'.

Cat is a word universal and personal; a word that is emotive in its very being, depending on your liking or loathing - and, possibly, not much in between.

Saturday, 27 March 2010

A thought

Sometimes, I feel like The Iron Man as I chew and crunch on words as he chewed and crunched metal. Yum!