November 6, 2010
Rhotic 2.5
Geraldine is far too long a name to be painted in the dust.
It must have been Jenny.
November 6, 2010
Rhotic 2.4
Did you actually say I am defeated?
Can you recall that?
Or was it the long strips of lights overhead?
You remember a name painted in the dust on one. What was it? Was it Geraldine?
November 6, 2010
Rhotic 2.3
Could it have been that you heated up and you hadn’t noticed it.
Then when you lay down you registered it.
You caught up with it and it shocked you.
I am hot you said to yourself.
Was that it?
No. I am defeated was what you said.
November 6, 2010
Rhotic: 2.2
It’s the belting heart I remember most acutely.
Bang, Bang, Bang — in threes.
Therefore it is not possible that the departure of sweat presented as an announcement.
It’s not possible because nothing can announce over Bang, Bang, Bang.
November 6, 2010
Rhotic 2.1
Did my face really feel like a bubbling like butter on a hot pan? What was it more accurately?
Didn’t it begin at the roots of my hair and travel up to the surface of my skin like water on a slow rising boil?
I try to recall the moment of recognition.
It was the sense that it was on the surface of my skin, that sweat had formed itself. It was an announcement.
I think that is what happened when I laid down on the floor 3 nights ago.
November 5, 2010
Two major items to report. The first the non appearance of the BBC promised colour coded Grey clouds. Where were they? Did you see them? If spotted — report immediately to Mrsokana’s weather centre here. I remember today as a stunning sunny day. Or was that yesterday? Watch it BBC weather, I’m on ya… There is a fantastic clip on youtube of the famous storm the woman phoned in about that Michael Fish insisted would not occur and…
Secondly, I have finally secured a potato masher and it was a narrow victory. Meet the contemporary Canadian potato masher, in case you aren’t acquainted: it does not say it’s a potato masher, but a tiny slice of lettering on the shelf that could be detected only by a ladybird said it. Technically it
is half a masher….
I explained my turbulent lack of potato masher and onset of acquisition of this one (waving it) to the man in front of me at the check out who declared his own masher insubstantial and thanked me for acquainting him with this modern masher. I think Gordon Campbell’s resignation has made people at check outs rosy round the cheeks. We all had a good old laugh.
November 5, 2010
Rhotic 2.0
Tumbling last night to the Foo Fighters, good musical bounce.
Tumbling or bumbling tumbling?
Did my face pour sweat? It was more a bubbling like butter on a hot pan.
November 4, 2010
There are some nights that are God awful nights. Nights are short and should not be God awful. They should be a few hours of puttering and bliss.
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My garden is beyond invaded by slugs they have hole punched every inch of green in it.
Tonight someone who knows about gardening pointed out that I am in dream realm. Nothing grows, she said. It’s too cold. It’s BC, she said.
Yes I wailed, yes it’s BC and that means a ten month gardening cycle. Doesn’t it?
November 4, 2010
Born again defeat
Had it, lost it, had it, lost it, had it, lost it — bust.
Laid on the floor, my heart beat and beat and beat. My face poured sweat. I didn’t return. I just lay and lay. It was over.