face it (10/Sept/18)

here is my happy face…
and
here is my sad face…
here is my surprised face…
and
here is my curious face…
here is my questioning face
and this
this is my “grr” angry face,
or maybe ang’rrr’y face…
here is my upset face
and
here is my horrified face…
here
is my mischievous face
and here
obviously, is my smug face…
here is my bored face
and this,
this is my ‘I’ve lost one sock’ face
which is not unlike this face,
this my disappointed face…
this is my “oh my god I need to pass wind” face
and this,
alike not unlike it is my interested but not really face…
this is my oops face…
and here,
this is my ‘I’ve just found my lost sock’ face…
… what do you mean they all look the same? … what do you mean you can’t distinguish one expression from the other?… don’t you see, I’m merely channelling my inner cat… on that clearly wears socks….

ps… and this is my relief face at having just past wind… … … … …

© 2018 robert greig

not-so-wee, sleekit, timorous beastie (13/April/18)

have you noticed how cars are getting bigger, bulkier, beastier, almost taking on more threatening personas, less-friendly and definitely devoid of the character and personality some older cars, of which some are true classics, have always had and retained… does a car need to be friendly, isn’t really the main issue, it’s how now cars seems to be experiencing the same obesity epidemic as the population is purported to be, which perhaps may be one reason they have got bigger as people themselves have expanded in waistlines…

… what is glaringly apparent is they no longer fit in car parking spaces, between the white lines which all-too often they are seen to overlap, though of course there is the side-issue or drivers variable parking abilities which are just mind-boggling in some cases…… these parking spaces in public car parks, supermarkets, hospitals, wherever, were mostly designed and laid-out and painted at a time when cars were narrower, even Landrovers: tall yes, but narrow; higher ground clearance yes, but narrow… one now has to leave a whole parking space between you and the next one just to be able to open your doors……

… new cars seem to carry an air of threat about them, of entitlement, almost arrogance, often apparent in the way they are driven, with a bullying and demanding demeanour…… I know of one car park which took the bold step of having to reduce the numbers of parking spaces to expand each one within the same space so as to fit this penchant for new models immensity……

… cars are also becoming more generic… it’s not because they’re new that they fail to have to classic lines and curves and character of older cars, it’s simply that they don’t, alongside every manufacturers merely copying each other in an attempt to fill every niche driving market with what become identikit, distinguishable only by their cheap plastic logos (a bit like television soap operas, you know, how they all have identical story-lines now in order to compete with each other, or an utter lack of imagination… not that I watch soaps, but there media prevalence makes this pattern all too evident)

…. and don’t get me started on cars becoming entirely dependent upon an onboard computer and its associated electronics, removing the drivers control and distancing them from the actual physical act of driving… travelling in some is more akin to sitting on a travellator, not to mention that some resembling sitting rooms, I worry some drivers forget they are perched inside a missile on wheels…. their awkward, clumsy, inflated appearance doing impressions of weapons of mass-destruction rather than simple modes of transport, getting from point A to point B…

… and then at the other end of the spectrum there’s the so-called SmartCar, , tiny little bits of fun… except if you have long legs…… yet again more very clever manipulation of the word “smart”, or more deceptive bends steeped in marketing-speak…. and don’t even get me started on those hideously-blinding, threateningly-painful laser headlights being fitted as routine to cars now… no, don’t, don’t get me started, don’t, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo……..

© 2018 robert greig

letter to me (8/April/18)

think
think
think
write
think
think
think
write
nothing
write
nothing
there’s nothing to write about
sure there is, plenty, everything, awash, a playground of event and invention waiting and wanting to be written
think
think
think
write
what?
what’s my cue?
where’s the first line?
what’s not been said, being said, been written, being written, so much, too much, much ado about… nothing…
result: interia
a weight, the weight of the world… why should I worry about it when it doesn’t care about me even though it carries my weight on its shoulders… the shoulders of giants, one giant, the world… just another dot on the blurscape to squish me as quickly and easily as I just did an ant in the bathroom… it was probably wondering why it was there too, now it’ll never know…
guilt
guilt
the weight of the world
inertia
think
think
think
write
not enough or too much?… not enough AND too much at the same time
snatched breath, the curse of the human condition: thinking… except for the monotonous minds, the mumbling, moithering monotonous minds
react
retract
refract
write
what?
weightlessness… I know, I’ll write about weight-less-ness… something to write home about?… but I am home… letter to me: … … … …

© 2018 robert greig