Hello there again!
I hope this day finds you straining with the reigns of 2007 in your hands, staring out from the golden chariot of adventure, poised and programmed to whip the thoroughbreds of desire and submission into headlong race of what is going to be the greatest, the truest, the most daring, the deepest, the most talked about, the most transforming, the most ambitious year ever seen since the beginging of time – yowza, yowza, yowza – com’on down folks, and roll on up to the greatest year to be ever lived -yozza, yozza, yozza…
MEANWHILE, for all of us still taking the little blue tablets, I’d like to welcome you to what has got to be the second most depressing (weatherwise) day of the year. Where I am today,you couldn’t take a photograph without a flash: people are walking up and down outside my window like victims (you choose) with high cheekbones, and hollow cheeks, watery, far away eyes and damp hair. They’re walking as if on the last leg of a wintery lap, going, well…who could care?
It’s a funny time to plant a new year’s celebration when we all know, even, the god’s, I mean dogs, in the streets know that we’re still in the season of dying. We can see that mother earth is still in her funeral weeds, that to laugh would be an affront to the entire northen hemisphere, and that today, for 12 hours at least we get to see what it’s like to be the other side of the grave…
OKAY, OKAY… for those of us still taking the little yellow tablets, I’d like to wish you all a peaceful and happy new year, with all kinds of happy surprises and hardy adventures, with all kinds of health and peace and good fortunes. Luckily, the world is still turning, we’re still alive, and God knows still able to hope on the new year to come. For all of us who are very interested in hope, and thus life, freedom, trust etc., I wish you a truely ripe 2007, a pluckable year,hanging on a lowered bow, itself hoping to be chosen amongst all the fruits in the garden for appraisal…’for many a flower were born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness upon the desert air’. Wake up and smell the coffee, as 6th form capitalists say, and if there is a clarion call for the year, is it to awaken more, better, deeper and smell the coffee..? Heck, smell all the coffees in the world. It’s a big world, ain’t it? Somewhere, someone, or maybe its everywhere, everyone says life this or that, but, there’s always the little rabbit-hole, there’s always ‘the other’ humanbeing; there’s always the little red tablets which tells us the plane and the rocket have transformed space, its up to us wake up and transform everything else. Ho ho ho ho…