7 is everywhere. After my mother, I claimed it as my lucky number.
Who will do something nice for me today?
I think the ongoing courtroom saga of another (once?) elder statesman actor made My Mind drift – comparatively – to Sir Sidney Poitier and of course, with that came flashbacks to “To Sir With Love.”
If you wanted the moon
I would try to make a start
But I would rather you let me give my heart
To Sir, with love
Last night, a friend posed a question to me – on the subject of the Manchester Arena bombing: When & how will it end? I said I had been asking the same. There’s always been war and terror and maybe the historians can clarify if we’ve ever had anything like today’s strain of terrorist attacks and regime-change wars. Every time I think of my friend’s question, my mind goes to this poem:
Read full poem here.
By the way, Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart, his first novel, whose title is a line from Yeats’ famous poem, remains my personal most re-read book and favourite read of all time.
Maybe reading this on a friend’s Facebook page is what prompted me to read Howl again. Still too dark for my taste, but a little light seeps in in these closing three lines:
I’m with you in Rocklandin my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
Something about the name of this musical group had me reading Maya Angelou Still I Rise and thinking we must raise a glass tomorrow for the rejects, losers and any of us who have gotten our derriere dusted good and proper in the game of life. The tale of Easter and Jesus rising from death, after being treated like the riff raff, has a story for everyone who has survived adversity to watched their inner phoenix rising from the ashes. The band’s Navigator album leads to this pleasant Ghost story, but the song that really speaks to me at this time is St. Roch Blues.