On 6 February 2012 16:45, Martin Law
...a fine sunny bright blue day in february.waking at two in the afternoon,imagining a cup of coffee,and organising my molecules into a groomed semblance of up and about.
feeding the finches,the sparrows waiting in the sally willows,the neighbour's three grey doves,(that was a real crow i heard in my last letter),scattering handfulls of oatflakes on the sodden ground.
and while sipping hot caffeine,who pops into the waking mind but a friend from wicklow,her whose website is "sad as can be",when, barely two sips and she pulls up in her car at the gate.my cells still arranging themselves into the person who usually lives here.
"i hope i'm not disturbing you,i just came to buy your cd".
"no, come in you just popped into my mind"."tea? coffee? have a seat" and hovering apologetically,"i can't stop i'm late have to meet somebody at 2.30..."
"oh i love that painting and that one,and i bumped into yer man and i'm still shaking" "well it's good to shake" i say.
"sit down in this chair, milk? honey?" "but yer man he's a complete psychopath, and he lied to me about that woman,a whole string of women...." here we go, it's a lovely day is your tea alright.lights, cameras,take one hundred.
"but that man,i came round the corner and there he was... ..." "ah, delete him "i say,"it's a lovely day. and round and round again like ping-pong..."is the tea alright"? "and he spoke to me and i'm still shaking".
till i'm flapping like a flag in the wind and the chaffinches are chattering happily.and "yer man" still coming out of her mouth,and "the way i was brought up to be kind.....and not think of myself". "what's a self between friends?" while reaching for well aimed sweeping generalizations, "lovely day", "is the tea hot enough?" "there's your cd"."here have a copy of this print". "take a couple of these posters for wicklow". "oh are you sure you can spare them?"
"look, be selfish"! "it's your self"... "i suppose you're right, do you know the book by what'sit , gaffney the psychologist she's very good but there's an awful lot of psychopaths...." "i always find your work very inspiring"
"good," i say. "keep it up"."it's 2012,do you want to drag his shadow into 2013" hahahaa "that's true but..." and me nearly doing a jig and i still haven't had breakfast.
""""""""""! "oh sorry sorry that's my phone where is it?""
"you've got your print". "oh did you do that one i better go now" me saying, "did you finish your tea?"
"i hate to have to go i'm late isn't that terrible". "negative affirmations" says i. "enjoy the rest of the day"."remember to be totally selfishly alright and keep your finger on the delete button every time a thought falls out of your mouth it's your mouth that's important not his, be glad you got a mouth lots of people haven't"
"well i'll try, my niece will be wondering where i am".
"don't try to try feel free to cry goodbye..."
i sold a cd. or maybe it bought itself. chaffinches chattering chirpishly. a replay of a typical day in february and it is a full moon. better eat something before it gets dark."late". what's "late"? now is when i light a fire and have a second cup of coffee.i can only drink one at a time.
contemplating; full moon in february.~~~~~~ m.
artwork: octagon of eden – martin law
