Shrodinger's Lost Sonnet

Shrodinger’s Lost Sonnet

In the beginning,
a void.
And a Word.
A single word, Yes!
And then it was all here,
all the things,
all the things that Adam
gave name to.
A breath created him,
a breath that made the
waves of words
that fall like angels feathers
upon the earth.
And such a breath,
that must be breathed
All things shaped in the
single word.
We make a
million fragments of heaven,
Figments and fictions,
Unfurling degrees of beauty.
To communicate;
a drum in the jungle,
giving animals’ flight,
a smoke signal
that brings death to a tribe,
then disperses into little clouds -
hollow sheep in the empty pastures of the sky,
a whistle, a bark, a cough,
We signal electric across the globe,
Have made a circuit of our horizon;
Mr Morse dances
across the Telegraph Poles,
as Sonar makes silent sweep,
seeking an echo in the depths,
And they will dance
radio waves across the upturned
ions left negative by
Meteors,
Even if the earth lies barren beneath,
such is the breath that
we must breath,
the word we must shape,
the word we shape even now,
In the shape of our selves,
the shape of stars turned into constellations,
the shape of a heart,
an eye,
a pyramid,
a symbol that points to itself.
Our messages are merely - merely! -
the shape of a soul that forms the Word
as it weaves it’s way back to heaven,
and the gates - the gates
of heaven are built
of words, and the echo of angels
as far from dust and dirt as we can climb.
We are the hod-carriers
of the bricks of Babel,
making our exchanges,
nuclear, personal,
or with god, and our little sounds
shall stain our spirits
with what we really wanted to say.
For a breath makes a vibration,
A vibration makes a sound,
A sound makes a word,
A word makes a message,
A message makes a belief,
A belief makes a man,
And a breath made a man,
From nothing,
nothing at all.

My Niece playing the Fool. 

My brother came to visit from London, bringing my Nephew and Niece. It's weird to be "Uncle Katz" but nice to have such happy smiling faces running around the house like crazed loons for a couple of days! 

The Four Selves

And talking of poetry, sometimes I get a whole poem in one go; usually it's inane humour, like my piece, "Sam and the Electric Chair" but othertimes it's weirder ...

KDR

I went to the place where
People were made
And I got one given as Me,
And each one came with
A Shadow,
And each one came with
A Guide
And each one came with
A Shell
In which all the Others
Could hide.

Helvellyn Sheep

Here's an ode I wrote to the sheep on Helvellyn some years ago. I recalled it when we encountered the similarly thuggish sheep on Fairfield last week ...

Helvellyn Sheep

Baleful fire in their yellow eyes;
Burning bright indeed!
Coleridge would have fled a mile,
Far from where you feed!
At that rocky bench
They came, They saw,
They conquered
My cheese sandwich;
Who was I to argue,
As Their hooves pinned my shoulders
To the wall?
And later,
One bit me -
Bitten, nay, chomped by a Sheep!

O Helvellyn Sheep,
Frightful, wooly, things!

If you ever go to Blackpool, it's not actually the Tower you should see, but the Transvestite show, 'Funny Girls'. It's the best produced, rudest, funniest, scariest, most intelligent and entertaining night out you can have, if you're in the right frame of mind. I've taken Japanese colleagues there, and they had no problem with it, but Americans for some reason really didn't seem to get it! Anyhows, the current production is a homage to HG Wells 'Time Machine', with dances and costume changes and video clips charting the rise of humanity from cavemen to the future wars and reversion back to savagery and sacrifice. Not bad for a 'tranny show'! I particularly liked the choreography to Jeff Love's 'War of the Worlds' which had the fading series of notes being matched to five dancers in black, in darkness, with lights on their heads, bowing up and down in time. For a moment, it wasn't a dingy stage in Blackpool with some dancers with headlights strapped to their heads, but something quite alien and magical. The lead dancer, 'Betty Legs Diamond' is an unrecognised genius in my view! Hurrah for people doing clever things with what they've got! 

We went to Blackpool this weekend, which is a bit of a 'Pilgrimage to Tackyiness' for us, but nostalgic because I worked there for several years and we always enjoyed a night out in this sleazy run-down resort (it's not *that* bad!). I booked us in a 'fantasy themed' B&B and we ended up the only guests, so got a choice of Roman, Japanese, Egyptian ... so we chose the Indian room. LOL. There were billowing sheets up on the ceiling as well :-) 

... and then it lunged in and stuck it's entire snout into the bag! 

Although the sheep of Helvellyn are renowned for aggresively hassling tourists for their sandwichs, we weren't expecting the Fairfield sheep to come from the same gang tradition. This sheep started off looking very friendly until it saw B's packet of crisps ... 

We walked the Fairfield Round (or 'Horsehoe') this last weekend. After an hour of a steep walk up, we still had seven and a half hours of walking up and down eight peaks. This is B's second time, but my first - I've been wanting to do a 'long' walk for months!