online: 25 october 2015
modified: 25 october 2015
25 october 2015 flying free at Whitestone
sunny autumn day... sitting beside a stone-rimmed pond... in gentle
breeze... a single bird (perhaps a tern) is floating on the slightly
rippled water surface...
...when i look up i see it's flying again... and patrolling the pond at
a fixed height... and now it hovers a little before it plunges onto the
surface... and dives and resurfaces with something in its mouth... then
it flies again and lands on the paving a few metres from where i am
sitting... then it swallows whatever was swelling its neck... and flies
...the air's now still and the water surface smooth... no sign of the
tern... a magpie flies low over the water and perches on the gently
inclined granite rim that encircles Whitestone Pond... to me this turns
a stone and water sculpture... with reeds and birds...
...and now the magpie has flown away...
...the pond is encircled by cars... at present stationary... the
unanswered question of where and why they come and go together... (the
the world) ... this day and every day... with or without the
tern... and mostly without protest at predictable delay... for which we
the reason... though it is our own presence... that causes traffic
...and then... though i see the cybernetic folly of adding myself to a
traffic jam... i cross the unmoving stream... and get into a stationary
that will take me somewhere else... but without the cybernetic joy of
autonomous traffic automation... (or indeed of flying free as is the
tern... or any bird or human animal if free of centralised control)
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