I’ve started listening to Shattered by Hanif Kureshi in the hope that doing so will provide some answers to the question whether it does or not, I hope to report back. is clearly going to be a long haul however I’m already finding that the devastation is leavened with a delicious wit. This must be the fifth such memoir I’ve read or listened to since I had my stroke. None of the others fulfilled the goal of helping me come to terms with my own injury so perhaps this one will at the same time I should recognise that hoping for answers to potentially unanswerable questions is perhaps not the most purposeful or therapeutic approach to creating a future for myself. I dont know.
I’ve already been told that in order to write well. I have to read a lot. Hanif is a writer and iys beginninh to look as if I want to get whateverthe book has to tell me, I’m going to have to consume his entire ouvvre.
I’ve decided to go back to dictation as a writing tool, since it has worked for KureshiExcuse me for feeling satisfaction that the AI driving my dictation algorithm doesn’t seem to know the word “Oeuvre”. Well, I expect it does now.
Sami and Rosie get laid where are you?My beautiful Launderette, I still have fond memories of
Buddha of Suburbia suburbia I’ve admired for a while without watching it through to the end, tell me Enlightened One. Im likely to need some extra wisdom.
If I meet this dude on the road I’m probably supposed to kill him although that would break the Covid regulations I plan to write about. Am I writing a suburban Picaresque as well as Hanif did? Abigail‘s party sans Abigail? Buy the book and find out? A bit late to ask David Bowie for a soundtrack I realise suddenly.
Time to get to the neighbourhood of the point of this first post in a long series. I need something like a plan for a path from here to a signpost. My therapist must be pleased with this, I tell myself, however, if the signpost doesn’t say acceptance for at least one destination I expect to be given extra homework. I try to visualise a signpost with multiple destinations all of which are places called acceptance with fractions of a distance on each.. Do I take the low road, the high road or the. road lesss travelled?Maybe I need to visit West Acceptance, East acceptance , Lower Acceptance, and middle acceptance in the course of the same trip. I can imagine a golden buddha, Palm facing out, enjoying the peaceful protection of the village lawn and Im starting to look forward to the trip. The villages sound comfortingly familiar like East and West Coker small happy places near where I grew up.
Note to self: read more Hanif. After all there must be some benefit to be derived from growing up near the famous resting place of a celebrated poet.
I start to think that I should include in my novel or in my post the five poems Ive everwritten. five you say what were they about? One was a love poem to someone I still have a torch for, one was an ode to the philosophy of truth and knowledge - a bit long and a bit rambling. One was a story of a peeping tom fox that came to visit my house in the night and spent too long to staring up at my window and became roadkill when one of my neighbours came home too fast and the fox was unable to react. I can’t remember if this fox really existed or if I just imagined it.Number four was a description of my discovery of ecstasy in the dance which I tend to think was real. Not maybe imagined and not merely imagined. In my poem this was a communal experience,which I may have imagined.
Unless I’m supposed to include that limerick about rodan, but I’d rather write a new one. here goes
There was a young sculptor from Callais
whose sculptures were shown in a Pallais
His Thinker was fine.
His Kiss was divine,
And his Burgers got flipped down an alley.
Make that six poems. now
I like that limerick form.It encourages my irreverence, I’ve also written multiple haiin the pastanother phone. I feel like trying to write one now unless I think I can condense the elusive cloud into 13 syllables
Editing done.So post.
Inner peace radiates, brings
Blessings unnoticed
Well, manifestation is part of the zeitgeist now, I may as well indulge in some wishful thinking.
I don’t usually like limericks but that one made me laugh!