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Tuesday, 18 February 2014

something at least

lack of engagement 
in some sort of discourse 
within a formal academic environment takes its toll 
I see no glimpse of bright sun dawning on that horizon
and
winter’s dark cloak of wet and windy threads 
provide little opportunity on the allotment
but 
spring comes by the moment 
a bee bumbled something 
crossing my path this morning 
as I unlocked the allotment gate
so
seeking consolation:
Either/ Or (such a  binary construction)
Antoninus begets Kierkegaard begets Eliot
at any rate “You can begin a new life. 
Only see things afresh as you used to see them. 
In this consists new life.”
provides a handhold
and an opportunity
to stick my foot in it.