Penny Black
A continuing collection of statements, short paragraphs and thoughts ... recorded as come to mind. Some stay just that, others progress ....
Writings and thoughts are in an uneducated manner, and in that of one's own style...
What is it that makes us write down thoughts and quotes that just come to mind when lest expected ... do we jot them down incase we will forget them, thinking they are of great importance and that all man kind should know about them. What may appeal and hold interest to one makes no sense to another and wonders why such a scene is made about the quoting of the quotation, or whatever it represents.
Having written all this - has the writer just found pleasure in doing just that.
Lets us see...staring from minus -3 ...arriving at a positive...+100
(-3)
SCHOOL; is a vacation (the older of us say,) one term and then a vacation again and then again one term then another vacation (I fair say we may have forgotten our own,) again one term and then again a vacation. I have read the educated among us describe it as ... "It was like a train going in and out of tunnels and that was like the noise of the boys eating in the refectory when you opened and closed the flaps of the ears." [James Joyce] School is a matter of terms, and vacations; the only tunnel is ignorantness the only noise is brains in function; the only stoping is death.
How far away is completion? Sometimes it's better to go to bed to sleep ... and to forget.
(-2)
Dragging on after the logical ending (has been reached,) spoils both the best of life, and a story. It is just as bad to stop (before arriving,) at a climax~a climax that both satisfies, and completes a true culmination.
(-1)
A true short-story is something other and something more than a mere story which is short.
[Brander Matthews]
(0)
Ah! How; a non-player, with an untrained eye asks — how can this be so?
(1)
Not i said the fly; cross my heart and hope to die — for i told a lie ... cause when asked —
if i ... had laid eggs on the pie — the answer was not i.
(2)
If I died suddenly at my funeral,
I wish you to continue — with the service.
(3)
The identical twins have escape her womb, deserted her breasts and returned their place of conception.
(4)
The grass is always greener on the other side (yeah right) as many have found that to be false.
(5)
Breasts are breasts unless there on someone's else's chest — and more ... if not seen (them) before — nor touched — or caressed ... are best, and better than the rest?
(6)
What does it for me is legs, and a belly-button, and a bum — even a suck on a toe — a baby in tow — drugs in a sock, and a cock like rock — a ride in a truck — ending with a fuck.
(7)
Cut your paper in half(s) select cutting knife — from your box of arts and crafts
glue the words written — into a block ... in single file — or not …. apply the mull material, to one edge — to hold fast — select the appropriate cardboard — or the front and for the back — glue coloured paper with patterns of ... ten, eleven and jack — count to one hundred, or have a cup of coffee — than come back — marry the block with skill, with glue, and hold in your book press — made from wood ... until compressed — dry, and looking good — show to all your finished work, except their praise once satisfied — tell yourself — place the book on a shelf.
(8)
It we put thought upon the great men of past centuries — that they should have come into the world ... when the world was younger — because a man who was born three or four hundred years ago — cannot reasonably be expected to have had as many relations to call upon .... as a man who is born now.
If there is ever to be a last man — whoever he may be — a great man, an ordinary man — maybe a king, a soldier, a sailor, a scholar; or one who is all three ... he will have a longer lineage (pedigree) than the greatest king, soldier, sailor, even a scholar now alive.
I argue can this be fair?
(9)
I have found my finger and toes nails grow longer and faster — now that I have retired ... and once when woken with the birds of the morning; could out fly them during the day and into the early night — but I now find, to last this same flight and duration ... amid air forty-winks is appreciated. Yet with many years (under ones belt,) fuel consumption can be reduced in quantity — yet it must be said. Better Quality. When once alcohol was consumed for medical reasons only, and to bless the birth of a new born ... or to say farewell to a loved one - is now consumed for pleasure, and once a box of French chocolates delights - opened; in turn one was only taken (before passing on) two or maybe three are now considered expectably; enjoyed (selfishly,) without a thought for the providers favourites.
(10)
Should this sound strange in the ears of some; yet let it be remembered ... that most men live in a world of their own — and that~in that limited circle — alone (not necessary by themselves,) have a desire — from time to time ... to be in the company of a person (or persons,) of either sex. But after a period of time — wish again to be in that world of his own. It is easier (for that man,) to be master of his thoughts and desires; if he is the only person within his spectrum ... and only he determines (if any,) the colour of his underwear.
(11)
Holes surrounded by red fences,
and mole plies of sand —
Prior to that, red, yellow and blue lines,
sprayed from cans by hand.
That's what's happened to our road sides,
for walkers to view down into —
The temporary frames protecting the digs,
and stopping dogs and all of you.
(12)
Today: I'm trying to re-kindle / re-generate my imagination; after years of mundane (common, ordinary, unimaginative,) activities ... doing today; what I completed yesterday ... doing tomorrow; variations of both.
(13)
To lay under the old pine tree — wind swept, just metres from the sea. Men of all ages and sizes — long to be. To fornicate in multiplies three.
(14 A)
Children don't see colour — unless it's red, yellow, green and blue: they use black for making darker ... and white is for making lighter.
(14 B)
Well balanced children with the correct up bring and an open mind — only see black and white as colours (although, technically specking — they're not colours.) and have no problem putting both into the same container.
(14 C)
Children of all ages see nothing wrong when playing chess; draughts and other board games — as they choose black squares over white squares, or black opponents over white.
(14 D)
I guess being colour blind can be a good thing — unless you're a painter or an interior decorator?
(15)
Forgiven me mother for I have sneezed — the boy cried upon his knees — this experience, he continues ... has brought me near my death. You silly lad his mother mouths — annoyed by his breath — with no hesitation pushes her son elsewhere ... with arms lacking love and care. From that safe distance of four-foot-six; she sings. One for a wish, two for a kiss, three for a letter, and four for something better. You have only sneezed once, and for that you get - Nothing.
(16)
It was on a trip to Italy — with his courtesan, Jessica Newman. David first meet Jessica when he answered an advertisement for a male escort — A weekend of fun and games, mixed with a little pleasure for mister right. Of cause it took only one look for Jessica to confirm David was her mister right.
(17)
"If you chuck away too many things, you end up discovering there was value in them." [Prince Charles]
(18)
Those that bike together — hike together, and those that bike and hike together — skite together ... and those that do all three. Have nothing better to do.
(19)
The Pacific Ocean draws me East, like milk shake lollies tempt some to taste.
Warm sands between my toes, seaweed and dead fish ... scattered to feed the gulls.
Paths to and fro. make for happy tracks,
under the hot day sun or a subbed frame.
Half clothed body's frying to a cinder, twisting young skin ... into a bakers dozen.
(20)
All indications indicate harmony rules with the neighbours ... no slamming of doors nor raised voices disturb the silence. Only the chipping of the birds in the far-off trees and the occasional engine of a passing vehicle .... un-aware of the disturbance to my peace.
(21)
Most; if not all people — have more possessions that they have friends.
(22)
I'm knocking on earth's wood — looking for words to rhyme ... should, could — hope I don't run out of time?
(23)
On the floor sat a figure huddled tight, with little legs bent and crossed.
Her chin tucked, with eyes facing right, and two cupped palms and hair tossed.
(24)
McCullum sixty-one, not out. Guptill thirty-six. Total score — one hundred and four. All this in fifteen overs. Brendon's selection of shots have been very good. Run rate seven point twentyfold-five.
(25)
How come one little chocolate can put on so much weight?
Maybe it's not the first chocolate... but the other twenty-eight?
(26)
From out the most spare and hungry room in all this spare and hungry house there came, one morning, the tremulous tones of old Gride's voice, as it feebly chirruped forth the fag end of some forgotten song, of which the burden ran:
"Ta—ran—tan—too,
throw the old shoe,
and may the wedding be lucky!
Young, loving, and fair,
Oh! what happiness there!
The wedding is sure to be lucky!”
which he repeated, in the same shrill quavering notes, again and again, until a violent fit of coughing obliged him to desist, and to pursue in silence, the occupation upon which he was engaged.”
[Charles Dickens “Nicholas Nickleby.”]
(27)
Those with depression can't see the light a head, for the darkness they see from behind.
(28)
The distance between a good memory and a bad, can be disguised by our thoughts ... stored as buffers. We all know good thoughts / memories brighten our mood — as bad do the revise. ASK yourself, must we carry bad thoughts / memories within our minds; would we not be more content to only store the good? YET again, if one is depressed / sad, or in a longing state ... it may require more than stored good thoughts and memories to over come the depressions? Remembering the good times spent in places of joy and in the company of good friends ... how can this help NOW - if your in a place or frame of mind .... a thousands miles from both?
(29)
'Good evening Mr Sherry.' The voice came from the foot path out front. 'Evening to you.' Replied Mr Sherry from behind the hedge. How rewarding being recognised, he thought to himself.
(30)
Ah! What a short lived event is a birthday. Ah! What a fuss made of it before the date. Ah! What on the day ... the good wishes come in toll. Ah! What comes of a birthday ... the next day?
(31)
(Auction.) Is two people, who want something, for completely different reasons, and one will pay more than the other (and that is an auction.)
(32)
'A very little key will open a very heavy door.'
[Dickens Dickens]
(33)
You see, they can see out — where I can't see in. Don't you hate ... not knowing things?
(34)
“It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty. That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves.”
[Oscar Wilde:]
(35)
Water~water ... once free from a stream; now gathered in tanks — contained in convenient plastic bottles — sold over a counter — drunk by the twist of a lid.
(36)
Behind and to my left, sit two Germans (may their Dutch,) anyway, when the man speaks his words came from deep in his throat — sounding like phlegm being forced up and out of a funnel.
(37)
The Ship: If it was not the protest to riding the waves up, it was the plunging submission of there return (that almost broke the camels back.) If it was for the movement to starboard ... caused by the 10 metre heavy swells; it was there return trip to the side port (that almost returned lunch to the plate.)
(38)
'Ah', Yes. "Arthur's Pass". "The road that has everything a road should have" — It sucks you into a ride of your life.
(39)
To record exactly the life before one, a lesson hard to master ... not to be interested in what a character thinks, thought, feels or felt; yet to note and fondle every action of another's character.
(40)
The day is enjoyed by driving at little cost — the night is lonely and expensive.
(41)
Start with a clear, solid head. Make beautiful sentences (like shining gold,) choose a single incident, of few characteristics — mould them into a compact story.
(42)
Tuesday 24th. March. 2015
First Semi-Final - Cricket World Cup
South Africa: 281 for 5 wickets
New Zealand: 299 for 6 wickets
New Zealand won by 4 wickets
(43)
Ones eye, however, struggled in vain to reach the remoter angles of the chamber, or the recesses of the vaulted and fretted ceiling. That is to say the room was very large ... both in length and in height. The windows were long, narrow, and pointed (possible arched liked,) plus the distance from the black oaken floor as to be altogether inaccessible from within. He is advising the reader, the top of the windows cannot be reached for the floor. Feeble gleams of encrimsoned light made their way through the trellised panes, and served to render sufficiently distinct the more prominent objects around. I think here, he is saying small rays of red light (so tinted by the glass panels within the window,) do on their own ... reflect on some furniture in the room.
[Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)](44)
Peter wondered if they were arguing at home about is or that ... or anything? He called it politics — others, a waste of time. There are always two sides in it (to it:) currently ... four or more sides to any argument or debate, or policy. John is on one side and his father and Mr Jones - on the other side ... if truth is known, his mother and uncle David lean to no side. They tell you constantly — nothing comes from compromise or week government — of any persuasion. Every day there was something in the paper about it ... corruption, self agendas. Yet; when asked to provide such an instance, they prove to be as slimy and in decisive as whom they criticise. They to call this politics.
(45)
"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."
(The above sentence contains every letter of the alphabet.)
(46)
Summary
66 years — and counting ...
1584 months. + / -
24090 days. + / -
A thousand successes ... another thousand failures. A thousand opportunities found ... another thousand lost. A thousand dreams dreamt ... dreams; just a successions of images, and thoughts, and emotions ... passing through the mind during sleep. I agree with those who champion such thoughts. To count one's achievements — on one hand — is reward on its own ... to have others recite; what more could a man wish for?
(51)
Not one scrap of difference does a scrap of difference make.
(53)
Paramnesia: a distortion of memory in which fact and fantasy are confused — the inability to recall the correct meaning of a word. Ah! A word to describe so many ... other than us with age.
(54)
One's option upon any subject can be rewarding. However; an option held close to one's chest for nine years ... could, or could not be — worth the wait?
(55)
Don't forget to read each question twice, before writing your answer ... and always measure three times (and always have someone else check your measuring,) before taking a saw to the line. So it is we find young Harry sitting his exams again ... and old Mr Tablewaite, off to the lumber market, once more.
O,! Why do we never learn?
(56)
What's that all about? ... the thrill of the chase; once you get there — what's the point?
(57)
At eight o'clock you will hear a bell ring, then at eight-thirty another ball will ring. In fact it's the same bell ... just rung at a different time.
(58)
Sometimes it's an advantaged to be disadvantaged ... education can robe an individual's understanding; robbing them of self belief — taking them on a path of no intent.
(59)
His voice filled the room, yet his words were empty.
(60)
The who man stands with time on his hands, at the gate of his house ... will before his lunch (on any given day,) find a passer by to discuss the weather.
(61)
His rustic voice worn thin from years upon the podium ... draws loving eyes towards its person ... his words flowing like poetry — circulating, yet motionless, and unseen — yet are heard and understood.
(62)
Here we found mrs Freeman — three rows from the front — a regular — a bona fide — auction faithful ... intent to purchase. But wait; behind by three seats — sits old mr Matthews — her rival. He has greater knowledge and deeper pockets — always ready to ambush her bids.
(63)
My policy for (trying,) to forget everything — has a flaw.
(64)
The thing about the past — every-time you look at it ... there's more of it.
(65)
It can't be said we don't get our fair share of those ... trying to convert us; or to promise a better life — if only we were to read from a pamphlet — they are all so keen to leave with us. First they send in the old — with walking frames ... those who have in their life time — experienced everything we have yet to know. Then follows the well dressed gentleman of age and travel. Ah! ah; he knows — first hand — the trouble awaiting us ... and he knows he has the wisdom and knowledge to combat our demons. Then when all else fails ... up tramps the young mother with child in hand, or in a push chair; the child looking ever so intelligent ... and like her mother — smiling — their hair ever so pretty — the child with her favourite doll, and her mother — her face saying ... I was once where you are now; but with the love of _____ I have peace.
Of cause all this takes place at my front door — as I hide under my sheets — quietly, laying in my bed; hoping no one will open the door.
(66)
The hundred dollar an hour barrister meets the pensioner on the corner of Good-luck and In-different Streets, CBD. Money-bags Brown (the barrister,) reminds poor old Joe Penny-less (the pensioner,) he still owes society for its generosity. 'I have a job now' - Joe Penny-less informs Money-bags Brown - 'yes,' he continues ... 'I'm a taker of girls photos ... and sells them on the net.' 'You receive payment for that?' asks Money-bags Brown. 'I do, and more than your hundred dollars an hour,' was Joe Penny-less answer.
(67)
Imagination; are we dead without imagination? Is our imagination — our last sanitary?
(68)
It was I-I came upon the swine, and it was I, who drove my knife into his heart: though his chest, braking the point against the stone beyond his torso. And If the swine was again a live today-today I would do the same.
(69)
Stop. I don't wish to be rude or insensitive. Nor do I wish harm to you or your people; it's just I have no interest in your quest for recognition in my world, nor the problems facing your civilisation. Please don't burden me with your dreams. I have my own.
Sir. You maybe faced with my peoples requirements and entitlements, and their problems, ands dreams, before you are aware.
Again. May I be long dead.
(70)
Take baking-powder. You have come to think that all baking-powders are made alike. Wrong — It is, in fact, a common thing to find base and dangerous adulteration, merely used because it is cheap. Can we not think of other items (used in common with others, that are not what they seem,) just because they are cheap.
(71)
Somehow the husband had annoyed, his wife, to such an extent — she saw need to yell at him. To the ease-dropper — next door — the reason came apparent when the husband, exit the front door — caring the rubbish bin.
(71)
If I could put one thing into a tin ... it would be TIME.
If I had a choice of three things ... as I have already have one — another would be PEANUT BUTTER.
So what will the third thing be?
(72)
If you knew me as a schoolboy, no way would you label me a bully. Nor a boy to place an option upon another, that the hat does not fit. I would rather return a worm to the ground than into a fisherman's tin, and try to mend Humpty Dumpty - than eat the egg. I could be relied upon to carry the teachers apple — five miles, without a thought to taking a single bite. A lier could tell me a yarn, and have me promise to share it with no one, even if the lie concerned me — knowing it to be untrue. I think I have explained, what a kind of person I am.
(73)
I came across a man, his presence shadowing my path — his face; large and round ... held high upon shoulders of giants — worn skin as brown and hard ... with a hundred years of growth; eyes like knots, limbs like branches, a carcass full of strength ... as though it had been carved out of oak. 'Move a side,' my words left my throat — through a squeaky voice ... for the first time a slight smile softened his gaunt face, followed by a sly parting of timber lips like honey sap. He stepped aside. Without looking back I was gone. From behind the man of giants, bent with laughter — the clouds parted by his movement; picking from the ground a twig he used as a spear ... removing the fur of a rabbet — that once ran free, from a tooth. I heard from the distance between us. 'You're lucky I've eaten.'
(74)
Scan not a friend with microscopic glass; You know his faults, then let his foibles pass.
[Sir Frank Crisp.] (weakness)
(75)
If you can understand the game of cricket — you can understand the game of politics.
(76)
So many people with long sad faces, not even my cheery face and a cheeky hello can stir them.
(77)
I took a sharp pocket knife from my jacket pocket ... straightening out his left hand, and separating his ring finger .... I cut it off.
(78)
I catapulted from the car into Julia's arms, she kissed me, her tongue shot down I throat — something she learnt ... when last in France. She sucked on my bottom lip. I sucked her earlobe, my hand plunged between her legs — she was wearing no panties, something she was doing of late. I poked my finger into her bellybutton, she slapped my face, I slid my finger into her arse, she slapped my face ... then we fucked until we were exhausted. Maggie - her chambermaid, handed her mistress a towel. Will that be all my lady? She asked. Thank you, yes. I watched her leave. I'll have her later, I thought. She'll be ready, I thought.
(79)
North, South, East and West.
Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
Ah! Which do I love the best?
(80)
'Look how she is walking.'
'Just look at her bottom.'
'Wouldn't you say she is just wonderful?'
'I do.'
'See how her eyes shine with the glow of an angle.'
See how her golden hair blows with every breath of air.'
'Ah! How much I love her already,' sighed both Stephen and Christopher.
(81)
The proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding, on all subjects ... than — who is the master and what is for dinner.
(82)
An elderly neighbour often sat at his bedroom window — opened slightly if there was no westerly wind. From there he can watching people walking pass — wondering as to where they are going ... or where they have been.
(83)
He is going to be-friend me on Facebook, he said, he would like to be a friend ... so we can talk about things.
I will wait and see what comes of this.
“Yet she was not petite. She was simply perfectly proportioned — a rare thing in an age when so many women are either over life-size or insignificant.”
[Oscar Wilde, “Lord Arthur Savile's Crime]
(85)
Some corners of some towns attract professions and occupations; drawing people together of like needs — to earn an income from skills that come naturally from parents of certain circumstances, and of their own making or pleasure of the flesh. Such a corner is on Great South Road and such a person is Lottie - the thirteen year old daughter of Isabel~Isabel known by those close to her — as whore of the South. Under the dim street lights they practice their trade — executing a service for coins of the realm; while their pimps — close by — smoke and drink their profits.
(86)
Her tall slender figure cast a petite shadow across the path; she stood there unaware of my audience or my thoughts ... how could she know; for I never show my presence or introduce myself ... how could she know of my desire to hold her, to take her home, to make love to her.
(87)
'I'll tell you Tom, here and now,' David was saying, moving within kissing distance — not that David was going to kiss Tom ... he would rather kiss Tikka-Bell; he continued.
'I'd say a good deal more chasing of girls, taught me plenty.'
'Did you catch any?'
'I'll tell you what Tom, I learnt more on the playing fields of Kelston Girls High ... than anything I was taught at Kelston Boys.'
Both Tom and David laughed, and then David kissed Tom.
(88)
“It is always a silly thing to give advice, but to give good advice is absolutely fatal. I hope you will never fall into that error. If you do, you will be sorry for it.”
[Oscar Wilde.]
(89)
It is farewell, and if no tears come to your eyes it is still farewell, and if you pretend not to notice, hating what passes, it is still farewell.
[Mark Strand]
(90)
There comes a time, the walrus said; to think of the living, not the dead.
(91)
God is a control freak.
(92)
'I would give more than a penny.' The young waitress said to her colleague. 'For knowing half of what goes on inside Betty's old head.' Betty would at anytime if asked — share her thoughts and dreams ... yet is never asked.
(93)
The apricot ice-cream disaster is a good example. Who wrote this?
(94)
Someone broke into my house the other day ... truth be told — they broke into my router. They took nothing (physical,) from me ... rather my peace of mind. In fact they left me things and places to go — I did not wish to visit.
(95)
With the statist of eye-tooth proportions ... he stands firm against the rising waters; with his enormous strength he holds the sea at bay, but not today: will the advancing Pacific Ocean claim the unowned pebbles.
(96)
I fear an ant has accomplished more (in its short life,) than i ... in my sixty years. So I ask .... be certain it has completed its daily chores, before squeezing it between your forefinger and thumb.
(97)
You promised to love and care for her ... when you asked (me) for her hand in marriage — you promised to attended to all her requirements, throughout your time together.
Boy; you are failing in this commitment (at this moment in life.) Buck up your ideas.
(98)
To be forced into accepting an idea — one, not quite to your liking, nor something that satisfies your needs ... or requirements. Something that will only add to your burden, your love and your heart ... and you accept the other's idea; only because you love the person forcing it upon you ... knowing the out come will be in their favour. How many times will this work?
(99)
Just a number before a hundred .....
(100)
My left eye only sees half what it should, and my right eye sees only a fucking "Penny Black."
(Yes) The End.