Diary Notes Tuesday 8 May 2012

This morning I exulted again in the fact that reality is better

than fantasy. Every fantasy leads to an ending and in my case,

becomes an awful melodrama that irritates me immensely –

then reality is like a fresh breeze.

I love fantasy for its role in enlarging reality but NEVER replacing

reality – only showing out possibilities and probabilities – but I hate

being in total control, it is extremely boring.

Reality seems bland, like plain white light, but actually it is infinitely

big containing ALL the colours and ALL the frequencies – ultra-violet

light and X-rays and everything – and every daydream is just like un-

folding one tiny part of the immense cabinet of reality and following

that thin line – and then closing up and coming back to the bedrock

of reality and following a new line – an infinite tapestry.

Terry Pratchett knows and understands this and uses it to create his

magic cabinet of infinite proportions in “Making Money”. Actually, all

scientists working in quantum physics should read Pratchett to see how

their concepts are applied.

Every Pratchett book enlarges reality – never replaces it  - by the way, I

LOVE Making Money, I reached the part where total chaos ensued with

four thousand golden golems marching into town, Adora Belle Dearheart

with a sprained ankle hobbling into town, Moist under house arrest, Cosmo

accusing Moist of theft, the bank vaults empty, Malvolio Bent nearly dead –

brilliant!

 

 Lost

Bored with reality’s exciting facets

rolled up, emotion stashed out of

sight, only the lone aspect of duty

in the office unrolled, dealing with

a headache I climbed onto desks

to spread sunscreens because the

oblique angle of the sun means we

are fried every day and my dwarf

head can’t stand much heat before

it melts  - taking my intellect with it

I fired my imagination by reading

the next pages of ‘Making Money’

with scenes of havoc where Adora

Belle challenges a Golem known as

Gladys to use etiquette for dirty boot

Watchmen to open the safe - no use,

I can’t leave the multifaceted reel of

fantasy to continue with bland white

reality hiding all colourful aspects

crossing my boredom threshold

I want to be the prism breaking up

the uniform white rays of reality into

their constituent colours and enjoy

the images on my mental screen be-

cause the headache does not want

to abate and I have lost the faculty

of logic and rational thought 

 

Starry-Eyed Guys (Revised)

I have constructed a bulwark of boxes

between the sun and I – even hung a

Harry Potter toga to stop its warm rays

from frying the poor translators therein

Must bribe my head-resident alien to

focus on translation, yogurt, chips and

coffee have no effect, therefore onto

artificially flavoured Twists,

I want success as an official in repeating

requests for money gifts received from

farmers petitioning the President with a

strong belief in legendary generosity

South African Presidents are seen as

wholeheartedly supporting a whole

continent but strangely and innocuously

not reported by denizens of the press

Infusing the dreams of these Senegalese

thinking nine thousand euros should be

in good cause enough for their new

farming visions for Africa –

I think it would have been wonderful if we
could send nine thousand euros to every
worth-while project in Africa starting with
these starry-eyed guys…