words

words

some people
don't understand
that words are
only words
that actions
and how you behave
is what matters

words are your mind
filtering through your brain
and they are temporary
tools to get you through a moment

you can take them too seriously
or not seriously enough

just remember words are transient
like everything else
merely temporary

Happy 4th of May Day (it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to)

Google presented some fascinating information today.

The birthday of the guy who invented the piano.

He has a marvelous name: Bartolomio Cristofori. (try saying it)

Translated as Bartholomew, I wonder did they call him Bart?

Bart the piano-maker. Undoubtedly an Italiano.

In five years time there will occur one of those beautiful numerical/wordical coincidences

Bart will be 365 years old, in the amount of years that there are days in a year - bar leap-year.

Leaping rapidly forwards, not only do I love piano music but Google gave me a reason to blog today.

I think that is going to cheer me up quite a lot, or at least keep me ticking over til the next time I need to be inspired.

In the meanwhile: my favourite pianists are: Chopin, Holland, Joplin, Monk, ahhh.... the list goes on, I love them all.

And I ain't going to play a violin story about how I wasn't able to effectively communicate that I would have liked piano lessons as a kid. So I learnt off my friends while they were practicing. Stood there watching on, and they graciously allowed me to sit and play, sometimes. Ok, I'm bigging this up a bit.... I'm no great shakes on the ivories, but I do like to try sometimes. And THAT my dear friends is what it's all about! Trying to do what you love!

Yours in love of life
that's my story and I'm sticking to it,
 Fiocle.

Happy May Day

There is a lot I could say about nothing, but no real reason to say anything much about anything.
Nobody can be very bothered to write one sentence to me without a typo in it these days.
It's not that I don't care anymore, more like, nobody seems to care much, so why should I.

I will tell you why. Birds get animated and sing when they see me walking down the road.
I have had a lot of experiences recently concerning birds. Rare birds have shown themselves to me, probably because the bird world has spread the message that there is always some food on the pear tree.

I refuse to be cynical about birds or any other kind of animal. That's one reason why I still care.
There are many other reasons why I care, but the bird reason is the one I wanted to mention here, now, today. No real reason only that I felt the need to write something and share it somewhere I didn't feel crazy.

26-4-15

she stood on the spot and turned around in a steady spin

500 miles away a helicopter slam-dunked onto a land-mine

when she stopped her world spun around her

it blew into smithereens

It was time to erase

She stood staring towards the mountain for hours, dazed at the notion that none of it had meant even so much as a backward glance at the carnage that he had left in his wake, that they had caused together, that she would be left alone with, and only her to pick up the pieces and do whatever she was to do with them, that which she couldn't fathom. So. With her whole world having crumbled around her, she realised that the only thing that was making her feel these hot tears, the only thing came between her and that, was her memory.