Showing posts with label yes I'm talking to you. . .. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yes I'm talking to you. . .. Show all posts

how to write words

find a pen or a pencil or a mechanical device with letters (down arrow) loaded on it (up arrow). . .






(in my case, try not to get distracted by the letters -
alphabets can be addictive, don't you know)
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then arrange the letters into the right orders - this will create words (words are quite wonderful, don't you know! you arrange these squiggly things called letters in a certain way to make words and when the words are read they conjure up images or sensations or ideas or memories in your mind)
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of course, once you have lots of words at your disposal, then Bob's your uncle really. . .
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you can do anything!
be anyone!
go anywhere!
you can even take other people with you!
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(and what I mean by that is the places we go when we read poems or song lyrics or novels or newpaper articles) (which we can even do with individual words) (moon) (banana) (zoo) (it's sometimes more fun with more than one word tho, but you don't need very many; see, if I write "let's go to the beach and we'll walk over a sand dune and down to the sea and maybe paddle a little and then we'll end up splashing in the waves and flicking water at each other and if we get a bit hot and sticky we'll go find an ice-cream or maybe have a swim even and then dry off just sitting back on our towels in the sunshine and perhaps we'll have a picnic supper on the beach and then light a fire and sit around it warming our feet whilst wrapped in a huge blanket and we'll toast marshmallows whilst watching shooting stars" then perhaps you are remembering at least one time you did even a tiny part of that, or thinking about the person you did it with - or would like to do it with - and even if you've never been to the sea you'll have seen movies with beaches in them and will know what I mean - and it all comes from me arranging letters in a certain way and you understanding that) (I could have written a slightly more evocative piece, but I thought I'd leave the rest up to your imagination)
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conjure
and squiggle are good words, aren't they? I quite like words with js and qs in them - not so many words have js and qs. . .
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just and quest do. . .
joker
and queen. . . injure and inquire. . .
conquest and injustice. . .
jute
and quite. . . juice and quiet. . .
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weird that lots of those words with the letters that I like have a you in them too
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I mean a u in them
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ooops!
why was I thinking of you?
because I often do
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blogging from the balcony: it's a wonderful

sun-shiny, fresh breezy morning out there

I sit on the balcony and have my early morning cuppa, basking in the late summer/early autumn warmth and the soft breeze making the air a delight to breathe in; re-read yesterday's paper (the Travel section), see something I missed (a trip to China to view the 21st Century's longest total eclipse of the sun), wonder if I missed that last afternoon because I was so busy trying to find the page with the sudoku puzzle on it (five fags stretched out over what turned out to be a free cup of coffee - if I'd known, I'd have ordered a second, as I had barely any change to pay for the first, as it happened - and when I finally found the puzzle it was a "hard" one and I didn't manage to complete it before I got temporary nicotine poisoning and decided to head back up The Tower) or if I missed it because I didn't read the Travel section at all; I wonder why I didn't read the travel section and I know it was because I can't face the fact I'm not part of a family anymore and thus don't really have the budget to do anything exotic, or anything at all in fact apart from a few days in France or Cornwall - and only that if XCH stumps up and the children actually want to go with me, both of which facts are now ever declining in likelihood - realise how fortunate I've been up until now with my travelling and wonder if those trips and my scrapbooks (I have always made scrapbooks of holidays - I have them going back to 1984) will last me the rest of my lifetime; go in to make a coffee (the machine seems to be working momentarily, but now I'm out of milk) and go back to the balcony with it and light up again (my lighter is almost out of gas and the breeze keeps blowing out the struggling flame); decide to move my lap-top out there, so I can do this and smoke and drink coffee all at the same time under a lovely sun (yes! I'm a woman! I can multi-task!) and am distracted by wondering about going to China on my own, if I could economise somehow and save up, and if the travel company will even be taking people if they book now given the current climate; can't get an internet connection (despite it being only about three feet from where I normally sit to do this); go back in, get the connection, go out again; the sun has gone behind a cloud and the breeze has turned into wind and I can't see the screen for the hair in my face (despite it being tied back) (I need to go have a half inch chopped off, it's such a long time since I've been to the hair-dresser's that I think I have split-ends); give up - despite the temptation to sit and drink a coffee that the milk foam is being blown off, in the sunshine that is managing to escape the cloud - notice that in the fact the sky is now full of clouds (darn wind - why did it have to do that?) and come inside again. . .