online: 28 february 2015
modified: 27-28 february 2015
24 february 2015 beneath the moon
...already dusk at the old hockey pitch... surrounded by trees and
them the sky... in cold air... nearly cloudless... thinking it's too
late to begin writing... but i happen to look upward and find that the
half moon is there directly above this spot on the earth's surface... at
which doubt ceases and i continue writing...
...as the light fades a piece of paper on the grass begins to shine in
near darkness... and the trees look darker than they did... the
convexity of the grassy surface creates a near horizon beyond which is
ground i cannot see... (between mid-field and the trees)...
...my finger is getting cold so i put on a glove...
...there is no one else here... but for the people passing between here
and the moon in an aircraft on the way from somewhere to somewhere
else... and others in cars and buses on the nearby road... all
generating sounds... as they move between unknown origins and destinations...
...for most of today i've been reading W Y Evans-Wentz's astonishing
first book* about the scientific reality of belief in fairies... as
reported by people of repute... (in Celtic lands and everywhere else in
one form or another... for he sees fairy faith, or something like it, as
the objective basis of any religion or mystical belief)...
...and now (for curiosity) i look around and listen for any such
people in such a place as this... and in such thoughts and
perceptions as these... (cough cough...)
...and yes there is a pulsating sound i cannot identify... but i guess
it's no more mystical than is everything else... and there are times
when everything is...
...it's too dark to stay longer so i walk back in near darkness... unable to
avoid muddy puddles that i cannot see but inaccurately remember where
they are... and nearly slip...
...at the road through the forest an expensive-looking car is waiting
for an automatic gate to open... and in a minute or two i'm in the front
seat of a bus... moving in a steel and glass container of heated air...
before visiting a supermarket to select and carry food and drink from
market shelves... to customer-operated checkout... and then to kitchen
shelves and fridge... (for this is the language of design thinking... not yet poetry)
...and now... having cooked and eaten some of what i bought... i
complete this record of events and thoughts and words of which this
diary consists... and is perhaps shareable with others... as part of the
wonder of everything... from self as worker-customer to writer of these
words beneath the moon...
* W Y Evans-Wentz, The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries, Carol
Group Edition, New York 1990 (originally a study for academic degrees at
the Universities of Rennes (in Brittany) and Oxford, U K, and first
published in 1911).
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