After Klimpt in Venice and before Giotto in Padua.
Archive for May, 2009
from a previous life…
When M. and I visited Shigaraki to see the pottery.
Every day at midday, as regular as clockwork, there was a violent thunderstorm.
We sheltered from the downpour in a potter’s workshop but I needed a smoke so I ran out through the storm to
buy some cigarettes and couldn’t but fail to see the humour of the situation if I was struck by lightning while doing it.
M. would have been inconvenienced by the disruption to her schedule.
I was listening to Barbara Allen.
Tiny little people and their tiny little lives and their tiny little concerns and priorities.
No matter how small you are you can still change the world….or at least bring down a government:
a Lovely War!
How anybody who saw this movie could ever believe their government mystifies me.
“Forward”, from the rear, he cried
and the front rank died.