gratitude,May 3, 2008 at 6:43 pm | Posted in writing | 18 Comments
There is a spangled drongo on the fence outside the window and she is very much enjoying demonstrating her virtuosity in song. Spangled drongos are mimics, they learn the structure of their sounds from other creatures and weave them into their own unique and distinctive arias. There are some who claim that humans learned the idea of melody from birds.
I am wearing a black suit with an open necked red shirt. I don’t know why, I felt like dressing up. If there was a theme for the day it would be gratitude. I live in one of the most peaceful and tolerant countries on earth and for some reason I cannot fathom I have always been surrounded by beautiful women. Beauty which has nothing to do with bone structure and everything to do with womanhood. They have tolerated my brusque and uncouth company and have occasionally been amused by it. I want to define beauty. I was trying to do so in the paragraph above, it is something communicated. I want to encourage you to watch the video of Archie Roach in my vodpod.
I know I am taking up too much of your time but I won’t be writing for a few days so you can meander. The world is full of beauty and a lot of art is about expressing gratitude for the existence of beauty in the world. La Guernica has always been a favourite picture of mine. Of course it is about pain and suffering but it is predicated by Picasso’s love for his home and the women who made it.
We are grateful for the opportunity to love, that something exists in the world that allows us to love. I am a middleaged white man with many and various flaws of which I am painfully aware. I have been drunk and I have been mad. I have been consumed by frustration and anger. When I was younger I had an audience, I am in my own vodpod, but I did not have gratitude. It is women who will save the world, the only function of men is to explore.
I miss Sunonhead, his simplicity of expression. She is tiring of me, the spangled drongo. She has chicks to feed. Goodbye, I say out loud as she disappears into the evening, sorry,