Category: Stream of consciousness

I’ve been thinking about,

words,

a lot,

lately.

Words,

are important to me,

vital,

in fact,

at times,

my buoy,

a life line,

usually,

when,

my actions,

my motives,

fail,

my words,

come through.

I know, I know,

talk is cheap,

and,

a picture is worth a thousand words,

I always thought that a gross under-estimation- pictures can be War and Peace size novels

I’ve thought in my,

ego inflated youth,

that I had a way,

with words,

that I could talk my way,

into,

and,

out of,

lots.

I’m not the best talker,

the smoothest talker,

but,

I think,

I can be engaging,

adept at the art of conversation,

and,

I love words.

I speak two languages,

no merit there,

I was born into,

a bilingual,

family,

home,

clan.

Some people work,

hard,

to learn,

another tongue,

I didn’t,

they were both around,

always.

I like to think,

I speak them both,

well,

with fluency,

and,

ease,

and,

a love for their,

history and permutations,

and,

vernaculars.

I love them both,

they are both,

in my blood,

in my soul.

I am neither,

French speaking,

nor,

English speaking,

but,

both,

a hybrid,

a Metis,

as my friend the anarchist would say,

I mean no disrespect the ‘real’ Metis, it is meant more as an explanation of someone, who, like me- is both and neither:-)

Sadly,

my written French,

is mechanically and grammatically,

challenged,

my grandmaman would be disappointed

my efforts at written English,

have been greater.

I love the written word,

books,

songs,

jingles, even,

a good, clever turn of phrase,

clear concision,

they impress,

delight,

me,

feed my thoughts,

lighten my heart.

I get excited,

about a perfect lyric.

I mean,

one,

that appears simple,

with a straightforward,

meaning,

and,

yet,

when you listen,

again,

sneaks up on you,

with layers of meaning,

a Cohen lyric,

or a Lightfoot refrain,

cadenced,

perfection,

that matches the music,

the two,

married,

the lovely,

music,

you want to sing along,

you must,

you are compelled to,

as if it was about you,

as if someone had reached,

into your guts,

your head,

your heart,

and,

sometimes even your loins.

That’s what words do,

to me,

are to me,

mean to me.

Words are never,

only words,

to me.

Later girls,

the rambling, babbling butch

BB

Snowy morning,

it’s been a cold week,

seems I say that a lot,

lately,

but,

what else you gonna say,

In February??

🙂

I could say I have been suffering,

from writer’s block,

but,

that would be presumptuous,

me,

not really being a writer.

It’s been a slow week,

and,

everyday,

helps my resolve,

to give up,

the book business,

I feel good about my decision.

All kinds of ideas,

are floating around,

the vast attic,

that is my mind.

Should I write,

finally,

the novel I’ve had percolating forever?

Should I think about,

going back to school,

and,

taking a whole new direction?

Should I consider moving to another city,

one with a better economy,

and,

better prospects?

The answer to the first question,

keeps coming back,

yes,

a resounding yes!

The other two are no’s,

I don’t want to embark,

on an academic career,

at my age,

thing is,

I don’t want a career,

I’m not ambitious,

except in the,

‘I want to be happy’,

sense.

Honestly,

I am happy,

mostly,

I want to make a little money,

replenish,

the very small,

coffers,

and move on,

towards the future,

and,

whatever that brings.

I am not fatalistic,

I think life,

has much in store for me.

It,

life that is,

has already been,

plenty generous.

It’s given me,

intelligence,

rakish good looks

(wink)

kidding,

family,

friends,

of the top notch,

variety,

and,

quite simply,

a chance to love,

the most wonderful woman in the world.

Is more really necessary?

Well,

aside,

from continued good health,

and,

an eventual Spring,

I think not:-)

So here’s to exploring,

new pastures,

roads,

streets,

and,

paths.

I figure,

with all my synapses firring,

my notebook,

backpack,

a song in my heart,

and,

an open mind,

oh, and, yeah, a compass, have to compensate for my wonky sense of direction:-)

I’m good to go.

Quite the process,

changing your direction,

when,

your trailor has been parked,

for years,

accumulated dirt and dust,

need to be scrapped and shaken,

but,

I’m up to the task,

I think,

says the shaking and quaking butch

I hope you all don’t mind,

me writing about it,

some of you,

are undoubtedly,

facing similar,

re-alignments,

or have in the past.

Have a great day.

Later girls,

BB

I changed,

the header,

I borrowed it,

from tumblr,

I picked a typewriter.

For one simple,

maybe even,

simplistic,

reason.

When I think,

writer,

I think,

type,

and even,

typewriter.

I don’t know why,

perhaps,

because,

the writers,

I most admire,

typed.

My favourite writers,

are mostly from,

the 20 Th century,

there are exceptions,

but,

by and large,

yep,

20 Th century.

If I believed as does,

my friend the anarchist,

that the great novels,

are of the 19 Th century,

than,

I would picture writers,

with pen and paper.

Instead,

I picture,

writers,

smoking and ponding away,

at the keys.

Mr.Williams even has a cup of coffee,

is it any wonder,

he wrote such plays,

of angst and yearning?

My man Leonard,

poet, mensch,

even has a guitar:-)

Hem has the open sky.

Irving’s may be electric,

but,

it’s still a typewriter:-)

Harper Lee,

wrote one book,

but,

what a book!!

and on?

yes,

you guessed it,

a typewriter.

So I chose my header,

because to me writers,

type,

and,

although,

I have no illusions,

I have aspirations,

to be a writer.

I type on a mini keyboard,

of what is,

barely,

a computer,

a little blog,

but,

in my mind’s eye,

it is a good solid novel,

pecked out,

two fingers at a time,

on a typewriter.

A butch has to dream,

no?

Wink.

Later girls,

BB

Labour day weekend,

the last official weekend of the Summer.

I hope you are all enjoying yourselves:-)

I’ve had a terrific weekend so far,

I worked on Saturday,

it was a good day,

sunny, cool, good moods.

Yesterday, was a family BBQ,

my youngest nephew turns four.

We spent the afternoon,

eating vegetables and dip,

and,

sushi,

and enjoying the sun,

and had a lovely Barbecued salmon dinner,

lots of good humour,

and,

good food.

We talked a lot,

we talked politics a bit,

tomorrow,

is the provincial election,

I expected arguments,

and,

idealogical disagreements,

there were none.

We all agree that the government,

we have now is corrupt,

and,

has been there far too long,

but,

we also agree,

that we could do worse,

imagine???

we are not,

enchanted,

with our choices,

a rock and a hard place.

I will vote tomorrow,

after work,

accompanied by my mother,

who always votes.

I feel the ‘out of touchness’

of our provincial politicians,

more acutely,

than any others,

there seem to be no ideas,

promoted, discussed,

they are all stuck,

in early seventies ideology,

but,

these are tough times,

we need to discuss things,

rationally,

not emotionally,

we need to stand facing the future,

not glorying or wallowing,

depending on ideological bend,

in the past.

I’m also so sick,

of hearing,

about the hard done by,

middle class,

and,

they’re bloody taxes,

I want to hear about what we will do,

to improve the education,

and,

health systems,

how we can eradicate,

poverty,

homelessness,

how we are going to fix,

our infrastructure problems,

and,

the environment,

and,

not make the poor,

poorer in the process,

aren’t governments supposed to be,

about governing for the benefit,

of all?

Even those who don’t vote?

Shouldn’t they be about fairness,

and,

social justice?

I know, I’m being naive,

but,

I think if they counted up,

all the votes,

to fringe parties,

plus spoiled ballots etc,

they would see that,

what is thought of as voter apathy,

is more like,

nobody is listening to the voice of the people.

The 1 per cent runs things,

the middle class are brought in,

every few years to validate,

the continuity of corruption,

and,

power,

and,

the rest of us,

have no voices,

unless we have blogs<wink>

This problem of non representation,

is widespread,

just look at the Republican candidates,

for President and Vice-President,

and,

tell me they are in touch,

with the people??

We need to get involved,

we need to make our voices heard,

no matter of tone or accent or leanings,

we need to talk,

in order to talk,

must we vote?

I confess I’m not sure,

perhaps when we all stop legitimising,

their illegitamacy,

we can build again?

What do you think?

Happy Labour Day:-)

Later girls,

BB