Opera Or Ballet

Oh joyous delight, finally reached the end of
my lovely Agreement, it should be an opera
sung to the music of Carmina Burana; if a
ballet, danced to the courtiers’ march in
Romeo and Juliet, the climax amazing

The tenant should fund the bill for drafting and
signing the serious contract , the self-satisfied
landlord can inspect and evict as he likes, the
effacing tenant had better beware - I see two
men in Victorian clothing - fencing

About the nefarious terms, no favours shall
nullify the terms by which the landlord can
pocket the deposit, any wrong step made
by the tenant shall render beneficial
occupation impossible - Should the

tenant improve the premises, no advantage
shall accrue to him, should the place burn
down - it will be seen as a scheme and he
shall be held responsible, the end to be
perfect: The angry tenant

shall kill the overbearing landlord with one
blow, then enjoy exercising his right to
beneficial occupation indefinitely - at
least, in the opera or ballet…

A Sideline [2nd revision]

[2nd REVISION]

Though the river of time stopped
flowing for me I cannot leave the
water as yet - no flow or progress
possible sinking lower into depths
where coral is deep red the sun a
far-off blur and sea-creatures flee
these flaying legs

Discomforting calm weighs wet on
eardrums in an unheeded descent
leaving disconnected others forking
into parallel space - alone in a cable
bundling time into tarred blackness
bells declaring Atlantis’ last hours
ringing in my head

The great city sank beneath waves
hidden forever from earth life and
sunlight - an immobile island of mist-
shrouded legends told in a story
resembling life woven by small
minds folding and bending
infinite timelines together

While I am shunted out of existence
stranded on a sideline sharing no joys
of desire or accomplished fulfilment
keeping hope time-frozen inside me
a magical talisman to light my eyes
as I wait for the return of meaning
and sound…

[ORIGINAL]

Though the river of time stopped flowing for
me, I cannot get out of the water as yet,
no flow or movement possible, sinking
lower, deep into the depths where the
coral is red, the sun a far-off blur and
sea-creatures scamper away from
flaying legs

A watery stillness where pressure on
eardrums is uncomfortable, my descent
unheeded, others forking away into their
separate parallel universes, alone in this
cable bundling time into the blackness of
tar, bells ringing in my head, announcing
the last hours

Of Atlantis before that great city sank
beneath the waves hidden from sunlight
and earth life forever, an immobile island
shrouded in the mists of legend and myth;
life resembles a story woven by many small
minds folding and bending timelines together,
while I

Am stranded on a sideline, shunted out
of existence, not partaking of the delicious
joy of desire and accomplished fulfillment, so
I keep hope inside, frozen in time - a magical
talisman to light my eyes as I wait for the
return of time - meaning and sound…

Needles Clicking

Love the effects and products of crafts,
yet sewing attempts led to such uneven
knitting - seems I cannot conquer the
fine intricacies of needles clicking

I would love to make dreamy, cloudy
seascapes in craft projects, yet have
only strung transparent crystals to
resemble dewdrops on cobwebs

Making a mess causes such anxiety, so
unhappy until everything is clean again,
messy craft projects are reserved for
dream stories in which talented girls

Make dolls, knit amazing garments, singing
like Jenny Lindt, executing all magical feats
imaginable; dreamt up when incapacitated,
only thoughts completely free

Affected nerve endings make doing crafts
so difficult; only words dance and sing for
me, shimmering beauty in enchanting
melodies, always true and faithful

Sound, mesmerising, magical sound,
my best friend…

Crocheted

With only the dramatic art of Lease Agreements
to tether my mind, my thoughts flew away to the
mathematics of crafts – coral reefs are crocheted,
the atmosphere is knit and some even fold a stop
sign into a pair of pants - at the intersection of
math and handicraft

Confirming my suspicion that the fine art of knitting
cables in multicoloured, many-layered wool - can be
used to represent - Many Worlds Theory!


http://www.livescience.com/4968-math-tricks-knitting-crocheting.html

Quoted:

“Welcome to the intersection of math and handicraft.
Unexpectedly, handicraft in general, and yarn work in
particular, has started to help provide answers to
mathematical problems. From the way the atmosphere
generates weather to the shape of the human brain, knit
and crocheted models have provided new insight into
the geometry of the natural world.

"Crochet, knitting and other crafts allow people to
visualize, recontextualize and develop new problems
and answers," said Carolyn Yackel, a mathematician
at Mercer University in Georgia”.

[Picture above: Taimina 1997 crocheting hyperbolic
plane.
http://www.cabinetmagazine.org/issues/16/crocheting.php]

Delicate Intricacies (Rev.)

Privileged to study delicate intricacies in
sweet-flowing terms of Lease Agreements
dramatic antiques declaiming innocence
between Lessor and Lessee

impressive controversies in who pays for
what, when and why, bewitching legalese,
magnificent sentences enshrining an
inexorable right

of Lessor to inquire of the Municipality
whether a Lessee recalcitrant is keeping
up payments, charming enquiries to ensure
accoutrement damages do not occur

can my poetic soul convey these delicacies
to the unaware ignorant of joyous rental
contracts; the enchanting discovery of
mysteriously beguiling legal jargon?

Beautiful Cables (2)

Admiring the cables in the jersey Alta knit, asked
her - May I photograph it? – she brought me the
pattern – Now you can knit one yourself - mistaking
cable enthusiasm for craftwork interest - and I
smiled, not on your life

The beautiful cables just illustrate Many Worlds
Theory, every time we make a decision – coffee,
not tea, to the shops, not the sea - the universe
is said to split; yet I think it simply forms a bulky
cable at that point, then

Alternative lines come together in one direction -
maybe just like the Virgo supercluster movement
in which the Milky Way Galaxy travels - towards
the Great Attractor, like the Seven Samurai said,
small deviations in variables

Only create more cables in beautiful patterns, the
overall movement is steady; as we sway, the sun
spirals around the Milky Way, up and down like a
merry-go-round horse, all parallel universes
moving together - forming

Lovely cable patterns along the way, a delight
only seen by the gods…

Smouldering, Mysterious Type

Told my friend an anecdote* that made
us roll over in laughter, the troll rumbled
at the young man - It’s not right when a
lad is alone in a lady’s ‘boodwa’ - the lad
replied - It’s quite all right, I’m not alone,
she’s here with me’ -

My friend remarked she would not have
liked to have a chaperone all the time – I
thought about this – You and I would not
have noticed a chaperone; she would have
taken us into adventure and danger out of
pity for our boring lives

Since we are both the eternal wallflower
kind - we laughed even harder - what we
would give to become the smouldering,
mysterious type instead of being our-
selves, always worried about things
- to the point of suffocating -

My friend cannot forgive herself for saying
‘Heil Hitler’ to a Jewish lady teaching Spanish
dance when *she seemed to salute her; I still
feel a pain in my heart when I remember my
small daughter cried when I broke her magic
wand by accident

anecdote* = from “Moving Pictures, Terry Pratchett
‘Boodwa’ – boudoir
*she seemed to salute her = The lady made
Spanish dance movements that translated to
a Heil Hitler salute in Alet’s mind, all confused

[For my friend Alet Oelofse]