Automatic Writing
Oct. 31st, 2005 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloI have no means of knowing what the fairy said, but I'm assured, by those who were present at the revelation, that she said only sweet and soothing things. Latterly I have been ill at ease in myself. The darkness of the old roof weighs down heavily on my cowed spiirit. I should give up counting gravestones, don't you think? The carriage path to my ancestral door is lined with them. It was my grandfather's hobby to collect them. He would sashay out at dead of night wearing his burglar's mask and uproot them from country churchyards. The police took an interest but he deterred them with mantraps and his relationship with the Minister for Health. Bah, I wish I lived anywhere else.
It's midnight and the rain drips steadily from the eaves. There are many noises in a house this age. I ignore them mainly. I know they mean nothing. Let the bats fly and the fairies flit- they cannot harm me. No I shall pull the nightcap over my thinning locks and take the book from the bedside table and read.
And what it says in the book is that medicine can never cure a broken heart. Well I knew that already. It is the first thing they taught us at school. That and subordination to the powers that be. I lay the book aside. It is dull and my head aches. I have no more time for it. And I shall ignore whatever it is that is creeping towards me over the Turkey rug. It does not exist. Nor does the knife exist that it holds in its fist. My grandfather is long dead in his grave, which is not one of the graves that line the drive. No, he sleeps under a gothic fantasy as many pinnacled as a wedding cake. He is weighed down by it. He cannot escape. There is not even so much as a crack through which his unappeased spirit can escape. And if there were I would be the first to know. I should call on Billy Bob and Jolene and have them fill it in with pastry- laid on thick with a trowel. Eat your way out, old man, if you can!
I shall sleep and the waves will take me out to the island. There are no graves there. And no grandfathers. Only fairies that flit in spangly lurex and masks that makes them look like pigs. Oh the truffles me shall eat! Oh the dewdrops we shall drink!
It's midnight and the rain drips steadily from the eaves. There are many noises in a house this age. I ignore them mainly. I know they mean nothing. Let the bats fly and the fairies flit- they cannot harm me. No I shall pull the nightcap over my thinning locks and take the book from the bedside table and read.
And what it says in the book is that medicine can never cure a broken heart. Well I knew that already. It is the first thing they taught us at school. That and subordination to the powers that be. I lay the book aside. It is dull and my head aches. I have no more time for it. And I shall ignore whatever it is that is creeping towards me over the Turkey rug. It does not exist. Nor does the knife exist that it holds in its fist. My grandfather is long dead in his grave, which is not one of the graves that line the drive. No, he sleeps under a gothic fantasy as many pinnacled as a wedding cake. He is weighed down by it. He cannot escape. There is not even so much as a crack through which his unappeased spirit can escape. And if there were I would be the first to know. I should call on Billy Bob and Jolene and have them fill it in with pastry- laid on thick with a trowel. Eat your way out, old man, if you can!
I shall sleep and the waves will take me out to the island. There are no graves there. And no grandfathers. Only fairies that flit in spangly lurex and masks that makes them look like pigs. Oh the truffles me shall eat! Oh the dewdrops we shall drink!
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Date: 2005-10-31 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-31 03:59 am (UTC)Also “No, he sleeps under a gothic fantasy as many pinnacled as a wedding cake” and the three sentences following it, fit exactly what I was going to say about the Royal Courts of Justice (for civil cases) in my next post, and why I love such buildings.
Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2005-10-31 06:32 am (UTC)The more pinnavles and corner turrets the better.
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Date: 2005-10-31 04:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-31 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-31 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-31 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-31 06:23 am (UTC)Eat your way out, old man, if you can!
This was a fun ride with you.
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Date: 2005-10-31 06:36 am (UTC)I was blocked, feeling too grungey to write anything sensible, and so......
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Date: 2005-10-31 08:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-31 08:41 am (UTC)I did, didn't I....
I think what happened was that all this stuff with Joe blew up and I found myself distracted. Right now I can't see myself taking on anything lengthy. The desire/motivation/inspiration just isn't there.
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Date: 2005-10-31 05:47 pm (UTC)roll with it eh?
(ie- continue!)
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Date: 2005-11-01 05:51 am (UTC)I'll be writing more of the same.
But I think it's important to keep this stream of consciousness stuff short. If it went on and on and on I think it would soon become tiresome.