There are times when I can do chutzpah. There are times when my life has depended on me being able to do chutzpah. However, there is no way I can be brazen enough to return to posting and just ignore the fact that English Dreaming, English Rain has been dead for months.
I feel as if I ought to apologise and explain. I certainly feel like I ought to start pulling handwritten entries from the Moleskin into the digital realm before they become totally lost to the Southwell mound of paper. Yet the distance between ought and action can be tough to travel when illness cuts into your body and the Black Dog worries you like unprotected livestock.
Pain reduces you. Pain warps you. It crushes your spirit as it does the nasty business of crumpling and denting the body. Twisted out of shape for so long, you are often too weak to defend yourself from the Barghest growl.
It has felt like life during wartime of late, but that is no excuse not to write. There have been good days worth recording. Blessings of love and friendship that should have been caught with words. Giving up is not an option. English Dreaming, English Rain goes on and so does the verbose bastard writing it. There is even going to be backfilling. How can I not tell tales of Shadow London, Iain Sinclair’s indecipherable hand, Luke Haines and boys with dinosaurs?
11 comments:
Just blame me. I'm the one who messed with your template and then didn't put it back. It's no wonder you didn't write -- the space was all wrong...
Welcome back, Mr Verbose B! ;~) I'm happy you're feeling a bit better. Sorry you've had a hard time of it - was quite worried, but hoped your absence was in favour of a holiday. I'm going to use your return as incentive to do the same. Return to the blob, that is.
{{{hugs}}}
Your tales of love would be of most interest. :) Welcome Back.
How do we know that you're not a shambling undead zombie, pecking at the keyboard? Who are you and what have you done with David???? ;-)
I hope your pain is reduced.
You can do like Curious Servant does, and just take pictures of your notebook scribblings, and post the pictures. Cheating, but effective. ;-)
Ah, screw the apologies. We'll just be happy to read what you have to say :)
Glad to see you here again, although I know where else to find you! :-)
Thanks for your friendship and conversation lately. It is especially valued, in the light of what you've been going through yourself.
Much love.
Glad to see a new post, David. I'd love to see a Moleskine page or three. :)
I think its just called being human - I like reading your posts and so pleased you have emerged again...
just glad to have you back sir no need for onyhing else!
pleased to see the template back also for some reason it gave me a distinct feeling of uneasiness not seeing it here don't know why:)
welcome back
a few months; a few moments
it is only a few seconds if one has just happened upon your blog... :)
Good.
Always like to drop in and see old friends...
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