a russian waiter
he is here for a few months to learn English (my English very bad, very bad, he says)
news today - call centre offshoring attains public awareness
call centres for British train inquiries move to India - globalised service industry becomes front page news
a struggle to complete daffodil 25
it took me a week of gradual crafting of hasty notes
nearly stayed in bed today - amazed to be feeling lively now and walking faster than usual
where are the people? I am almost the only one here in the outdoor cafe
a lone crow flying north over the level playing field this is almost like fiction
a man from Sweden asks the way
I advise him to follow the road and to ask again when lost
from horticulture to process engineering
he told me he'd qualified in horticulture and changed in mid life to chemical engineering
I met him again at just the point where he became lost so he asked me again and I walked with him to the place he was seeking - we talked of many things
thanks a million
he said as we parted
the nearly full moon seen through trees in the last daylight
crossing a field alone in the dusk
much renewed by this experience
a ritual of earth and cosmos and humanity
at edge of the dark wood
that reminds me of Dante:
Midway life's journey I was made aware
That I had strayed into a dark forest*
approaching Parliament Hill
people silhouetted on the horizon - and I can see the tops of the trees growing beyond it
which looks mysterious, as if one is looking at a stage set
suddenly the city lights are visible as I cross the horizon
**Today I find that used copies of the edition published by Heinemann, London 1943, are available at www.abebooks.co.uk .
His peace of mind, matter and soul ... is our lost paradise.Paolo Milano, in the introduction, page xxxix.
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