Author: gozzter
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Would that we might also pray in the fullness of our joy
Prayer! I think I should be careful here: I have no enduring patience for obsequiousness in the face of eternity; I would not beseech a god, or gods, to treat me well. And yet… And yet perhaps there is some benefit to discussing a problem with a higher power -a different power anyway: laying it…
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Are you telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth…?
I’m confused about a lot of things I suppose, but lately I have been vexed by the removal of ‘offensive’ books from the shelves of libraries both here and in the USA: books disguising themselves as ‘nonfiction’ when their detractors are convinced they are actually fictional (and hence not to be believed). I used to…
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Let every eye negotiate for itself
She was just another old person waiting in the tiny cubicle to have her eyes examined at the optometrist. There were only three seats available; the rest of the office was dedicated to displaying ocular frames, and current items offered on sale; the walls were plastered with posters of happy-looking models delighted with their choices…
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Give every thing thine ear
I admit that there are some things I don’t think about very much anymore: my ears, for example. I mean until I had to get hearing aids and needed to find a place to put them where they wouldn’t come off along with my hat, or snag on my hair as I walked around, I…
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To sleep, to die, perchance to dream…
Just to be clear, I don’t actually have a wish to hibernate; I am still quite happy with sleeping: I like the large selection of dreams. I also like the idea of waking up if and when my bladder needs me or, I suppose, if the refrigerator signals to me in the middle of the…
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Confusion now hath made his masterpiece
Funny day: I was accused of being a stalker -or was it a pervert? I had been waiting patiently at a bus stop for what seemed like an inordinate amount of time and decided to re-check the schedule posted on a nearby pole. Nobody else was waiting except a lady leaning against the sign, talking…
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The Mutable Rank-scented Many
Too much time by myself can be troublesome: I begin to wonder about things that I should have resolved years ago had I bothered to think more about them. Or, perhaps I did, and decided to shelve them while I got on with my life. Retired hands, though, are often bored; they open things the…
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Hold, enough!
All is supposed to be fair in love and war, I’ve heard, but I thought that was just a joke. Surely I wouldn’t be allowed to poison the people who actually managed to date the girls I was interested in when I was young enough to care; poisoning an entire football team would probably have…
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The antic disposition
I don’t know what it is about bats that unnerves me. I mean I suppose they’re cute and everything -or at least they would be if they sat in the trees in my garden and sang, or maybe visited flowers like butterflies in the afternoon. But I’ve never seen them engaged in everyday domestic chores…
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The Angry Bench
Some benches are more than places to rest, more than places with an impressive view; some seem to continually attract the same type of people. Perhaps some benches feel the mood of their occupants; perhaps some of them take on a sort of monochromal agency… I have to admit that my acquaintance with most park…
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