Head in hand, head in cloud, thoughts drifting between lucidity and puzzlement is a common place for me to be. I am puzzled by how the USA and the UK can mobilise an army huge enough to invade Iraq, twice, and Afghanistan, with virtually no warning and yet we can't get ourselves into disaster zones quick enough to stop more people dying. The Philippines is just one example. For goodness sake we are still trying to help Haiti sort itself out and its right next door to Guantanamo Bay - go figure. Perhaps if they spoke English rather than French and Creole we might react differently.
If I had a helicopter I would fill it up with water rice and beans and fly them to the PhilippinesThe news is on now and they are talking about the desperation, I've just had my eyes tested, a B12 and a flu jab, and now I feel so bloody middle class. Neruda writes:
Comes a time I'm tired of being a man… I don't want for myself so many misfortunes I don't want to keep on as root and tomb, alone, subterranean, in a vault stuffed with corpses, frozen stiff, dying of shame...I probably need to get my head out of these clouds.
