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Sunday, March 26, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
some things i registered today...
...while I was out for my jog.
- lower case on its own is beautiful and humble: a quiet statement of fact or opinion, free of any stridency or oppressive intent. a subtle echo of a tolerant, pluralistic, open, fearless society; one that doesn't need to shout, except for joy. i will build a wall of uncapitalised words around me, a net of calm made up of strands that all say 'utopian fantasist'.
- a rabbit, dead in the middle of the road: car-killed and twisted; the sky-facing eye pecked out, the back end a mess of orange-pink meat exposed by carrion birds. in the smashed face, a tiny, single white tooth gleams pathetically in the grey daylight.
- a white horse in a field: i've often seen this horse in this field as i've driven by in the car. today, as i jog by, he walks over to the wire fence, so i stop my stopwatch, and then i stop myself. as he comes to a halt, i realise how big he is: much taller than me, with a great big heavy head that he lowers towards me. even though i'm on the other side of a fence, i'm conscious of how weedy i am, and how weighty and substantial he is. i get that sense of vulnerability you feel when you can't predict how something will respond when you touch it; i scratch his forehead with my fingertips, and he nods a bit, then looks at me out of one of his great big brown eyes, and turns his head sideways a little. so i pat his cheek, then the neck, and he swings that big head slowly round, and i can feel the weight of the bones and flesh, that irresistible, ponderous momentum. i'd like to stay and pet this animal some more - i guess they enjoy it somehow, and are not just glad of the variety (stuck in a field with not much to do?) - but i'm feeling a bit uneasy now, not sure if i should be raising the animal's hopes that it won't be on its own for the rest of the day. so i head off down the hill. he follows for a few steps, then stops. when i get fifty yards down the road i look back, and he's still standing there. looking at me go.
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