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  The vase of flowers.. (The Lady of Shallot..Byron’s muse). The vase of flowers. It must have been one hell of an accident, because I evidently was kept in an induced coma for one and a half weeks..and then had to endure the confines of a hospital ward in recovery from a number of internal injuries and broken bones for another three months!..and now, six months later, after being let go home, I have only just started to reflect on the multitude layers of happenings while I was in that rather inconvenient episode of my life…to date. Perhaps it would be best, considering the still precarious state of my health both physical and mental..(I did suffer severe concussion and head injury from the accident)..if I go back to the moment preceding that accident. A warm summer day in December..I was returning from a regular dip in the sea there at Brighton..I am a single man of middle years, independent and financially secure in that I had m...
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  Between a man and woman. “Old man writing a letter”..Salomon Koninck. Between a man and woman. What can be the measure true, That moment when we wake, me and you? What shall we say, what mood should start the day? When really.. It’s that tender touch, not feeling, The first flush of warmth to fingertips tingling, It’s a tender look, not seeing, In the first light of morn the moon fleeing, The greet at the start of the day, No words need we say, turn not your eyes away, All that is needed to be done as first action.. Is an embrace that invites..”you may stay”. How long will that be, my lover? An hour..a month..or just this day? But in truth we have lived together, These many years.. whilst far apart, Together in spirit, together in heart, Distance and duty cannot divide, What desire and intuition confide, So while we may never touch, skin to skin, There will be no rest...
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  Souls..(A confession). Chapter five..Hearts.. ‘Farewell Ye Mountains’ (1861) by Luigi Bianchi. “They settled the question, by deciding that misfortunes most commonly happen to us from our own misconduct or imprudence; but sometimes from causes independent of ourselves; that the most innocent and prudent conduct cannot always preserve us from them; and that, whether they arise from our own fault or not, trust in God softens them, and renders them useful in preparing us for a better life. Although this was said by poor peasants, it appears to us so just, that we offer it here as the moral of our story.” (Final paragraph of “The Betrothed” by Alessandro Manzoni). Chapter 5. And so thirty years passed. Thirty years..without sight nor sound of her person or her name. That is not to say I had forgotten about her or the feelings I had for her…They lay dormant but strong in my memory..and I would sometimes go to the internet to seek her n...
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  Souls.. (A confession). Chapter four..Peace..   Pierre-Auguste Renoir – In the Garden… Chapter 4.. “The only class which could at all dispute with the hereditary leisure class the honour of an habitual bellicose frame of mind is that of the lower-class delinquents. In ordinary times, the large body of the industrial classes is relatively apathetic touching warlike interests. When unexcited, this body of the common people, which makes up the effective force of the industrial community, is rather averse to any other than a defensive fight; indeed, it responds a little tardily even to a provocation which makes for an attitude of defence. In the more civilized communities, or rather in the communities which have reached an advanced industrial development, the spirit of warlike aggression may be said to be obsolescent among the common people. This does not say that there is not an appreciable number of individuals among the industrial classe...
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