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FiftyFive ~ # 50
This FiftyFive at FiftyFive thing isn't going to work is it, I mean I have already hit posting number 50 so goodness knows where I am going to go - I will have to decide when I hit number fifty five itself. But I find myself in a country mood today. After a week of African music I have had a whole bunch of country tunes running around in my head. And I love playing country music, just sittin' on the back porch, well, the extremely small stony bit, with the pots full of primulas that some might call a patio (only marginally less pompous than calling it a Spanish courtyard, which, if I am not mistaken is what a patio is - hmm). So in today's sunshine (though it is freezing) I pulled out a lavetaria that was too big and turned over the soil, added more top soil and manure and prepared the ground for some pink roses and perhaps some tobacco plants (mmm I can smell them already) and other assorted colourful plants. Then I will pull up a chair on my Spanish courtyard and play slide guitar while the sun shines - all requests will be considered, I have just taught myself how to play the old Elvis standard, Always On My Mind. And I was going to post a clip but decided against it in the interest of good taste because the one I found was mawkish. 
But on the issue of good taste, I have a very fine collage on one of my walls, it's by G. a modern English artist. He gifted it to me in nineteen eighty-six, though it was some time after that I discovered he had a crush on me. I couldn't say he was in love with me, because I don't actually know if that would be true or not. This picture is not it but in acknowledgement I have included a picture of another collage of his - and I might say, "I wonder what he is up to now," but of course I know because I can email him, for his email address is on his website and I wonder if I will ever write - perhaps I should send him a picture of the picture he gave me, just to say hi and I guess we are old guys now, though I still get checked out, now and then. But what of this issue of love? Aristophanes relates the power of love to the human pursuit of wholeness by introducing a myth, like the myth of the fall, in which humans are divided into male and female. And the search for each other, of soul mates loving, in which the two come together again to become one, to find glorious (re)union in body and soul is such a nice image. Of course Ari would probably maintain that mistakes are bound to get made on the way, wrong turnings, mistaken choices, chance meetings and some same sex dalliances are all acceptable parts of the journey. But I can't help feeling this is a trifle flawed and my gay friends don't seem to feel their search is any different, so I guess with a little tweak, the girl/boy; boy/boy; girl/girl; boy/girl-ness of it all is just fine. For didn't Ari also indicate that the possibilities of human love and the desire for unity with another is symbolic of the desire of unity with the essence of good. And I remember my artist friend G. with fondness and his friend L. whom I was closer to (and it was he who introduced me to G). And if they were here, we could sit in my Spanish courtyard and drink Rioja and I would sing them this - though not in an ironic way:
This FiftyFive at FiftyFive thing isn't going to work is it, I mean I have already hit posting number 50 so goodness knows where I am going to go - I will have to decide when I hit number fifty five itself. But I find myself in a country mood today. After a week of African music I have had a whole bunch of country tunes running around in my head. And I love playing country music, just sittin' on the back porch, well, the extremely small stony bit, with the pots full of primulas that some might call a patio (only marginally less pompous than calling it a Spanish courtyard, which, if I am not mistaken is what a patio is - hmm). So in today's sunshine (though it is freezing) I pulled out a lavetaria that was too big and turned over the soil, added more top soil and manure and prepared the ground for some pink roses and perhaps some tobacco plants (mmm I can smell them already) and other assorted colourful plants. Then I will pull up a chair on my Spanish courtyard and play slide guitar while the sun shines - all requests will be considered, I have just taught myself how to play the old Elvis standard, Always On My Mind. And I was going to post a clip but decided against it in the interest of good taste because the one I found was mawkish. 
But on the issue of good taste, I have a very fine collage on one of my walls, it's by G. a modern English artist. He gifted it to me in nineteen eighty-six, though it was some time after that I discovered he had a crush on me. I couldn't say he was in love with me, because I don't actually know if that would be true or not. This picture is not it but in acknowledgement I have included a picture of another collage of his - and I might say, "I wonder what he is up to now," but of course I know because I can email him, for his email address is on his website and I wonder if I will ever write - perhaps I should send him a picture of the picture he gave me, just to say hi and I guess we are old guys now, though I still get checked out, now and then. But what of this issue of love? Aristophanes relates the power of love to the human pursuit of wholeness by introducing a myth, like the myth of the fall, in which humans are divided into male and female. And the search for each other, of soul mates loving, in which the two come together again to become one, to find glorious (re)union in body and soul is such a nice image. Of course Ari would probably maintain that mistakes are bound to get made on the way, wrong turnings, mistaken choices, chance meetings and some same sex dalliances are all acceptable parts of the journey. But I can't help feeling this is a trifle flawed and my gay friends don't seem to feel their search is any different, so I guess with a little tweak, the girl/boy; boy/boy; girl/girl; boy/girl-ness of it all is just fine. For didn't Ari also indicate that the possibilities of human love and the desire for unity with another is symbolic of the desire of unity with the essence of good. And I remember my artist friend G. with fondness and his friend L. whom I was closer to (and it was he who introduced me to G). And if they were here, we could sit in my Spanish courtyard and drink Rioja and I would sing them this - though not in an ironic way:
