22.03.21
The winter sun is low on Merringdam. The wide street is light and the side streets are shadowed. The shop fronts flicker with pedal bikes, pedestrians and old fashioned cars. Bright voices spill from the courtyards. Transistors, a clapping game, neighbourly chat.
01.04.21
‘heartbeat, pygmalion, blonde.’
03.04.21
Ray’s ex-wife, Sylvia, is in the back garden at his old house in north London. It is a pretence of the past (the early part of the century). She kneels at the rose beds where Pip S and I buried Ray’s ashes. She has a mask on and I remember that everyone used to talk behind her back for wearing one. Now it would be the other way round.
Ah, the irony! Let them all talk I say.
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Hear, hear.
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big love!
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XX
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“‘heartbeat, pygmalion, blonde.’” This should be a prompt maybe… very cool. I had forgotten that myth/story.
All in all, diaries very dreamy. :))
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That last dream must have been distressing.
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Actually, no. It was more a reminder of past times and of Sylvia and Ray and Pippa. It was pretty much a straight play-back of an actual event. But the interesting part to me was that it reminded me that S. actually did use to wear a mask years and years ago (she was Malaysian and perhaps this practice was quite normal for her? It was always strange to S that no one else wore masks to go shopping on the high street…much to everyone’s amusement/confusion). I hadn’t thought of her for many years. Ray, though, remains one of my little heroes in life. He would have loved the idea. Some scenes from life remain with us forever, don’t they; however seemingly insignificant – holding an important place in our make-up. I have written of this scene – or approximations of it- several times over the years. Perhaps best with ‘Notes For A Future Conversation’ and some other piece about a vicar playing a piano (that I can’t recall the title of…).
Thanks, as always, Liz, for your interest and encouragement xx
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Ps. ‘Prompts For Future Conversation’ & ‘A Continuous Slide’
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I’m glad to hear that the dream was a good memory for you. You’re right that some scenes from life remain with us forever. What surprises me now is how equally weighted the insignificant scenes are with the profound in my memory now. The scene with the vicar playing the piano sounds intriguing . . .
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It holds perfect in/significance. I have put some sketches down but I should write it properly. Thank you, Liz G x
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You’re welcome, Nick. (I will confess to the thought of how your work might be curated into a book has crossed my mind. I would love to see how you would do it.)
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I would love to hear your thoughts, Liz. Thank you x
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