‘Eyeless in Gaza, at the mill with slaves’: The dream of a permanent home or the choice of a luxury setting?

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Daily prompt? I have seen this question come and go and shuddered at the assumptions that I feared were its motives. Today, I want to confront it, in the light of my visceral response to it, for the world is too much with … More ‘Eyeless in Gaza, at the mill with slaves’: The dream of a permanent home or the choice of a luxury setting?

To meet and part and then travel on. ‘Nothing beside remains’.

If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why? Daily prompt – laptop options We turned a corner off that street halfway Between the library and museum. The day was already in its decay So present was the past that had Priam stood as if in metal made, Trojan brass, we … More To meet and part and then travel on. ‘Nothing beside remains’.

“I’m nobody! Who are you? / Are you nobody, too?”

Who is the most famous or infamous person you have ever met? Daily prompt Emily Dickinson is quite ‘somebody’ nowadays. I haven’t met her though I read her work frequently and THAT IS A KIND OF MEETING. I think it is unlikely that you, dear Reader (surely there’s one of you! La!) have met her … More “I’m nobody! Who are you? / Are you nobody, too?”

To be a palimpsest of impressions.

What’s the first impression you want to give people? Daily prompt Codex ephremi (The S.S. Teacher’s Edition-The Holy Bible – Plate XXIV).Source is Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=36972 Ancient manuscripts were written on parchment (though an even more ancient writing surface – the wax-coated tablet of stone was the origin of the idea of writing as making … More To be a palimpsest of impressions.

‘Even if I knew all the causes determining a need to act in a certain way, it would be wrong to trust any one of them without reflection and planning my decision-making’.

Do you trust your instincts? Daily writing prompt I have tried in my long-winded rewritten title to re-frame this question in a way that allowed me to answer it. There were two problems for me in its terms and a larger one in its possible assumptions. Let’s take the terms first: These images tell you … More ‘Even if I knew all the causes determining a need to act in a certain way, it would be wrong to trust any one of them without reflection and planning my decision-making’.

Life is ‘a pathway literally strewn with “subjects”. … It must do us good – it’s all so hideous,” …

What was your favorite subject in school? I take my title from Henry James’ What Maisie Knew, a wondrous novel in which a little girl (Maisie of course) is exposed to the hidden facts of illicit adult sexual liaisons and the secret knowledge about adult life they normatively occult from children in the interests of … More Life is ‘a pathway literally strewn with “subjects”. … It must do us good – it’s all so hideous,” …

‘Give me just a little more time’, before you go. As go you must!

Do you need time? In the 1970s we crooned about wanting ‘a little more time’ all the time to try and rectify we things we did too hastily or other things we did without  thinking out the consequences. One that sticks in my mind is a group of nattily and glittery dressed not-so-young men called … More ‘Give me just a little more time’, before you go. As go you must!

To propose is not to dispose

What will your life be like in three years? Man Proposes, God Disposes depicts an imagined Arctic scene in the aftermath of  Sir John Franklin‘s expedition in 1845 to explore the Northwest Passage but lost in the process. It is by Edwin Landseer – 1864 painting, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9065315 Edwin Landseer’s Man Proposes, God disposes of 1864 is supposedly a lesson … More To propose is not to dispose

Sad but not destroyed, I am not that keen on reliving that time. But there ya go …. !

Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live? I would relive the moment of the death Of your frail ‘love’. The month, the day, the minute of that breath Obscuring now the hours since you lifted The latch above The door guarding space wherein was sifted Hard memories from the daily … More Sad but not destroyed, I am not that keen on reliving that time. But there ya go …. !