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The Republic of Whores - Josef Skvorecky
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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An amusing satire on the Soviet Occupation of Czechoslovakia. Except, of course, despite the farcical events and personages depicted it takes very little to realize that the events described probably occurred in very much that order, it is less the writer's job to confabulate than it is to shine a light on those absurdities we've come to take for granted.
I enjoyed, a palate cleanser as it were from the internet and other readings that have me somewhat less engrossed.
of Rossland not Rossland
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- Category: Dreams
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I dreamed that I was in Rossland, not Rossland, looking ahead at a mountain that rose ahead of me until it vanished into clouds, everything on it close - fields, pastures, all the way up, how many kilometers high?, beautiful, pastel colors, and I thought to myself that I should learn to ski as it seems that once one began here you would never land...
A white parrot
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I'm in a basement with X & Y (Owners of the new restaurant) and their kids, Ken (Chef, old restaurant), a few other people. It's a gloomy basement, their kids are playing retro video games, Ken is watching, when a bright white parrot flies into my face...
...and sticks to my face, my eyelid, and I manage to spy that there's a tiny hook stuck in it's wing, now in my eyelid as well, and I manage to free it, no blood, a few feathers...
...and now this parrot or cockatiel is my best friend, flying at me from everywhere, landing on my head and shoulders, and making enquiries I'm told that it's (X & Y's) or somebody else's but it seems, the way it's playing with me, allowing me to ruffle it's feathers, that it's mine...
Generally Unsettled
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And feeling generally unsettled, like the weather.
Grey, clouds, cooler - there's the wanting to make a final assault on Crystal Mountain, only there's the caution of knowing that a 6 hour drive will probably be repaid with snow. This working less, it's like getting out of a prison, it leaves one confused. The new job, it settles into it's rhythm, meet the people, new job a lot like the old job, only a lot less money and a lot less hours. Time more to remember myself, only I largely seem to have forgotten, review notes - what was I up to again that was so important?
There's finding a new place to live - this, with a mere 6 weeks to go - should be more of a priority - the place on offer in Queens Bay, it demands a car - and a willingness to drive that same drive all over again, in reverse, and I'm loathe to do it. So - start searching for a place in Nelson. Only 6 weeks to go. And there's the hoard of junk and art supplies to be dealt with, the repacking of the small locker, the jeep - still to be dealt with, it's like raiding the last 2 summer's tomb, the graveyard of hard work and foolish money, it needs to be done, but maybe not just RIGHT now...
That is all. Out of sorts, the change in season, weather, job, and soon to be accommodations, they're all taking their toll...
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