Monday, 1 September 2014

Shadows and Sunshine

distance reflecting 
shadows and 

boat going along 
no care in the world 
under old bridges  

of distances travelled 
mirrors of course 

Mankind's Last Words . . .

"Father I want the Truth!  Was the Word with God in the Beginning?"  

"O Light of my Life,  the Word was God Himself!" 


Saturday, 30 August 2014

What the Fuku is going on over there?

As predicted here, and in case it's not on the news it happened yesterday, Friday, that a machine weighing half a ton fell into the nuclear fuel pool containing, as I understand it, nearly 600 spent fuel rods awaiting removal along with an unspecified number of unspent fuel rods at Fukushima Daiichi unit 3.

Have the pool and/or it's contents been compromised?
Can the remaining nuclear rods be removed safely?
What is the worst case scenario?

Friday, 29 August 2014

Monday, 25 August 2014

Basket case

Meet my Maker the Mad Molecule is the title of a collection of 27 short stories by J. P. Donleavy, author of The Ginger Man.

The copy I chanced upon today was free. And so I 'bought' it. One or two pages are in danger of coming adrift from the binding and all have yellowed with age but otherwise for a 1968 Dell paperback the book is in good condition.

Stamped inside the front cover is the address: Basket's Paperback Exchange, Harmony Place, Brattleboro, VT 05301, which is a place in the land of curdled milk and maggoty honey.

When I've read these stories of Alfonse A, Franz F, Gustav G, and all the others who inhabit Donleavey's singular world of far out happenings I too will leave the volume of razor-edged satire where it might easily be found by another.

How many hands has it passed through since it was originally sold all those years ago for 75 cents? And where will it journey to next? These are the questions no-one can answer.

Books have a life of their own.