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Tuesday, 21 May 2013

My book of lost things?


I gave some thought to writing a book about things that get lost, an enthralling idea, but not about ordinary things. A book leaves you, the author, with many options, wide and deep.
For example, what if your shadow was lost, went missing or was maybe kidnapped. (Should that be shadownapped?) Interesting!
The immediate thought that crosses my mind is, how does an author write a shadow and would it have to be in black. In the thousands of books I read I never remember a shadow, doesn’t mean they are never mentioned, no! just that I don’t remember them. As shadows tend to follow people and now and again precede them, they are often implied, we know they are there, somewhere. As shadows are created by light whether natural or generated, we know they are there. This begs the question, does an author need to write some light or sunshine before he/she focuses on the shadow, or are light and shadow part on the same equation?
One of the many challenges facing an author, not an easy job.
Anyway, back to the reason I started writing this, ‘things that are lost’. Where would you start looking for a lost shadow and don’t you dare say “Behind you” I’ve no time for cheap jokes or pantomime, well, not at the moment.
Is it easier to look for a lost shadow in a book, does size matter, whether it’s hardback or paperback? I could start by writing a ‘Shadow Tracker’, someone like a modern day Hercule Poirot who specialises in tracking and investigating lost shadows. Mind you, if we had to wait for him to arrive from Belgium we could be in trouble. The internet tells me that here in Ireland there is a detective agency called ‘Shadow detectives’ they could be the answer. Of course the ‘Shadow Tracker’ doesn’t necessarily have to be human, we could design an android ‘Shadow Tracker’ who wouldn’t get emotionally involved, would obey orders and not look for payment.
Once these points are addressed what sort of technique does he or it use and how do they track a shadow at night, questions, questions, questions?
Another question, ‘where does the tracker start, not in the dark, though this would be a good place to hide a shadow. To find one we need a Geiger counter for shadows or maybe an APP to measure the intensity of darkness presuming shadows are only dark, stroke, black?
Authors thought, can shadows be any colour other than black, is this an outcome of light versus shadow, equals, black? As I have just watched a programme on television about suggestions that the shadows created on the moon, during the landings, are man-made in a studio with lights coming in all directions. There is a small cohort of people who believe that America, Russia and whoever else are duping us all into believing man landed on the moon when in fact, they say, this is all ‘Hollywood’ and created in a studio? A theatrical production with lights shining or highlighting from all directions. The suggestion was/is that if the sun shines from the back, throwing a shadow, the front of the astronaut would be black. Not so! As the programme crew demonstrate, with the light coming from the back casting a shadow there is spill all around and this light reflects off the ground onto the front of the astronaut making his front visible. They go on to demonstrate why other accusations are erroneous, but that’s for those who want to watch television. The message from the programme was, man did land on the moon, so there.
Books about things lost and a lost moon landing is complicated, a challenge to any author.
Anyway, back from the authors thought? There are a lot of questions we will never answer here but let’s move on. A mirror would be a good place to start because you could see if the shadow was hiding behind you or maybe just standing there not knowing it’s lost.
Another consideration for the author (I am rubbing the sweat from my brow at this juncture) should the tracker be written without a shadow, worth thinking about this. It would save his/its shadow getting mixed up with the missing one. Remember it is possible that a number of shadows will be missing at any one time. Surely if one can go missing so can others and you don’t want to complicate things, at least I don’t.
Can shadows swim, float or drown, if not it would be worth looking at the bottom of a lake or river for them, ideal hiding places for anything that cannot drown or float.
Looking up is another good place to search, try it, a myriad of surprises await you. Things you would never notice in a month of Sundays or any other day lie quietly there. What a place for a shadow to hide, up there out of the way of man and light, bothering no one. Mind you I do wonder if shadows can climb and if they can how high. Knowing the answer to this question may save a lot of looking in the dark. Particularly if you are depending on sunshine which tends to shine from above, unlikely to bounce a shadow upwards, unless like on the moon the reflected light enabled this? Another one for the History channel.
Another authors thought-do people own their shadow or do these dark outcomes have free will, worth considering. If people have no claim on them, how can a ‘Shadow Tracker’ insist on them coming back home if found?
There are of course other things to be considered in the pursuit of lost shadows, what if they had a Dublinbikes membership, the tracker would need to know this in order to keep up. The tracker would need to be a member also but this could be a problem for Dublinbikes, do they take membership from androids and/or shadows.
If they did, just think of the other cyclists and onlookers as they see a shadow on one of these nearly blue bikes, trailed, tracked by an android cycling madly in pursuit. Could this lead to accidents or onlookers having a sense of delusion seeking cures from local chemists. Not to mention car and bus drivers alongside those people on Viking ships we see move through Dublin city on their way to invade the sea, the thick plottens.
Another thought by delusional author, what would happen if the book was lost, would that be the end or is there more to this story?
JC-Dublin a City lost in books

Saturday, 11 May 2013

Your Inner Guidance Is Real and Trustworthy


‘The answers to all our problems are within’ is a philosophy I believe very strongly. We need to look inward and have faith in ourselves, the ability of the human brain in particular. We need to trust ourselves, use our instinct, it will guide us. Life is about a journey without knowing the destination. The constant search for answers is very human and what makes life worthwhile. Unfortunately we are encouraged to look for guidance and answers from external sources rather than within.
Reality tells us, if we have a problem, it is only us, me, you, who can solve it. We can certainly use other means or people to guide and advise us but they cannot do magic, it is only you or me who can create our own magic.
One of the primary tenets of ‘Design thinking’ is; “if you ask the right question you will get the right answer-if the answer is wrong, the question was wrong, so go back and ask the question again”. Always go back to the beginning and don’t be afraid it is a fruitful journey.
Starting on the journey to find the answer will often necessitate you/me going back to the beginning, no matter where we are on the journey. We may have only taken the first step or be close to the finish when we realise the answer is not what we need. We should not be afraid to go back and change or alter the question.
This takes trust, confidence and faith in oneself, along with bravery-it can be a lonely but fruitful trip.
Life’s journey is like writing a poem or story except you may not return to the beginning with your writings, you may alter these along the way, not so with life.
Life is much more fundamental and needs clearer and deeper answers to very searching questions.
The human mind is a very deep place, one we will never understand in our lifetime but it needs to be used, challenged and pushed as far as we can. It is only through this we can fully find its possibilities and enable it to give us real answers to the real questions.

Friday, 26 April 2013

Time and place



Everything and everybody belongs, to what, where or who, I'm not sure? Everyone and everything has a place in the great scheme of things but finding this place is the great conundrum.                                   Something’s belong in the gutter to paraphrase Wilde, others in the heavens, which could be construed as saying some people are rats and others spacers, but we will move on.  Fish belong in the sea but sometimes they are best as the substantive part of a one and one, with salt and vinegar.
Snails and slugs have a position in life and my garden, eating flowers, veggies, but sometimes under
my foot if I catch them. Though the French have a different use for them.
Believe me, all life and inanimate objects have a place, whether they be, bin, pen, needle, poker,
bottle, cardboard, butterfly, bee, all contribute to life as we know it. We may have other wishes for
them but that’s another days writing
Something’s, as well as people have their time, just like their place. Drums, microphones, radio’s
dresses, blue suede shoes, 45s, teddy boys, cure heads, beatniks, all have a place in time.
Other people are ahead of their time or who’s time hasn't yet arrived, like forward thinkers,
innovators, dreamers, prophesiers, students and those who will make tomorrow what it will be.
The discoverers of cures for cancers, Alzheimer’s, new energy sources, the planters of greenery in
the Sahara desert, suppliers of water to barren parts of the world.
There is one exception, memory which has a place in the past but also has place in the now.                                                                         
and;
The most important of all, he or she, who invents a case you can bring on Ryanair.

JC-Dublin a city defined by it's sense of place.

Sunday, 20 January 2013

Legs?

Legs are often forgotten in terms of the big picture. Rarely given the respect they rightly deserve. They are just left, hanging, useless. Yet! where would we be without them, probably bumming around.
Spike Milligan the celebrated author, comedian and inventor of the Goons, was the first to draw attention to the dilemma suffered by these appendages and I do mean draw.
In 'Puckoon' his iconic book about rural Ireland in the sixties, 'Milligan' the main character calls on the author to look again at the legs he wrote for him, scrawny, spindly, not up to the job. He then calls on the author to write him a better pair of legs.

There's another point, legs come in pairs, not the Rocha or the Conference type, no! the type that accompany each other everywhere. They need to be independent, able to depend on each other, to move in sequence. The type that can be called upon to dance, run, hop and support, no matter what one or the other is called on to accomplish.
It’s not always about legs sometimes about food as we are told in the cartoon 'PEARLS BEFORE SWINE' where the main character claims the cartoonist can't draw food with follow on consequences. I may return to the issue of food in the future but beware of the power of the writer/painter.

The book. 'Puckoon' doesn't tell us whether the author paid any attention to Milligan’s demand, but I know where he's coming from.
Badly drawn legs can be cumbersome, unwieldy, uncontrollable particularly if you are a character in a book (Who knows, we may all be).
If the author doesn't pay due attention to the legs of his/her characters, they can be placed in situations where there is onerous demands on their ability, a mis-match.
How can scrawny legs climb a mountain, break a four minute mile, even chase a bus, legs need to be suitable and remember authors can adapt, but legs can't.
If the scrawny legs are drawn by L.S. Lowry the celebrated painter, then it is different, scrawny legs fit in. Matchstick men and matchstick cats and dogs, scrawny legs suitable.
Just think of cats and dogs and how they depend on the write (Right) legs, more than humans.
If a dog needs to use a lamppost how can he cock one if it won’t support his body. Without the support of his leg he couldn't use the lamppost with his bum on the ground, how cruel to dogs.
Cats need to climb walls, open doors (They can) move fast, they depend very much on the right legs. Just think of a cat bumming along, unthinkable.
Of course as a male I can't dismiss female pegs (Legs) and how important they are for my enjoyment of the outdoor environment.
Good female legs go all the way to heaven with much promise of happiness and joy. This type of leg is usually at its best during the summer when the sun is shining. They have an inherent beauty that can only be fully appreciated by the male of the species. Unlike the legs on a racehorse they can sooth the eyes of the most stressed male and need to be given special attention when being written or drawn.
Legs are important, no essential, for the functioning of mankind not to mention cat and dog kind.


J.C. Dublin-A City defined by it's legs.

Saturday, 5 January 2013

Who sweeps the confessional?

It should be a major consideration for catholics or for that matter, anyone who confesses, no matter what religion, as to what happens to their sins after they are confessed.
One could foolishly presume that once confessed, that's it. Is it really? (See my piece on thoughts further down in this blog-'Thoughts of a blank mind' 14/11/2011)

Where do sins go, like, who cleans them up after confession. I know they are cleaned up as there is never any on the ground after confession, I know, I've looked. Has Dyson devised a special unit,vacuum for sins and can it cope with mortalers as well as venials, equally.

There has to be a lot of work in it, particularly around communion time when possibly up to a hundred children in one school can drop their mind boggling sins.
I accept these sins can be small but there is still a lot.

How big are 100 small sins, presuming they all drop only one, add that to possibly half the parents with slightly bigger ones and the odd major one, see what I mean?
I personally stay away because I dont like stepping on others peoples sins, though i wouldn't mind a quick read, curiosity, is that a sin?

If i slip on sins, can I claim on someone's insurance, is there slippery sin insurance, sin-gular cover. If not, why not.

Is this type of accident covered under health and safety legislation, if so, who do you report them to?

Personally I would like to see a sin box, where you write your sins down and place them in the box. It can then print out your penance appropriate to the sin.
To be clear, the reason I want to see one of these boxes is there is a chance I could read them, should they have phone numbers and name, that could be fun. (To be honest, i'd like to see sins go viral)

Could our local council charge for the disposal of these through a sin tax, worth looking at. The tax would have to relate to the size and gravity of the 'Sin'. would politicians be exempt or would their sins be hard to quantify?

It would be fair to presume in these post-'Celtic tiger' era that a lot of sins are starting to surface and we need something new to save the Irish economy, and by attachment, the German, French and Dutch economies as well. I wouldn't like to be responsible for forcing France into taxing its citizens into becoming Russian citizens, though I've nothing against those nice russian people. Particularly as they read my blogs.

Its an important question, as sins can be very sensitive issues. Imagine if you confessed murder on the basis of confidentially and someone found it stuck in a corner of the confession box, you could be in trouble.

Authors thought;-is this where the red-tops get some of their news, scandsls.
Aside/Joke; Are sandals the shoes of scandals?
Second authors thought-Can we trust the people who clean up the sins?

Back to seriouseness, if we can worry about tapping mobiles why shouldn't we worry about stray or stolen sins.

Lets be honest here, if sins can condone sinners straying whats to say they won't stray themselves. Errant sins need to be recognised and corraled, controlled. This could be the next big challange faced by the human race, but please, no legislation as this only empowers sinners and crooks more.

Sins have ignored all effort to control them, science has failed to find a solution to this evil. Sins have been around longer than heart diesese (Adam the first sinner or was it one of the fish. Could fish eat apples in those days?) and yet science is making better progress with heart disease than with sins, in fact they are so successful that, givin time, we won't be able to die, surely this leads to a question, why and will sins become stronger?
As we live longer will we be able to commit better and bigger sins?

Just a thought from me, any comments?






J.C-Dublin-A City defined by it's saintleness?

Wednesday, 2 January 2013

THE STORYTELLER


The man in black

Five feet high and rising


Strummed his guitar

To forty shades of green


 
He plucked and sang

In prison

San Quentin


Stood and cheered

 
His Father

Called him Sue

As he built his Chevrolet

One piece at a time


 
He rode

The Orange Blossom Special


Walked the line


Fell into a Ring of Fire

 
Challenged the devil       

To a duel with guitars

Blew away

The Folsom Prison Blues

 
A storyteller

Singing his songs

With a choir

Ghost riders in the sky

JC-Dublin-A City defined by it's songs.

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Creative Dream


 
 
A thought enters my mind, screaming

Grows into an idea

Creeps through my imagination

See's a world of potential

No boundaries

 

The seed germinates

Evolves into shape

Dream becoming reality

Not yet

In this inner search

 

Possibilities like jumping beans
                                                                           Appear from deep

Going wide
Scarily out of reach

Hard to hold

 

An exciting journey
Full of fear
A mystery trip, no way to hold on
Tears mixed with smiles
Frown, laugh, cry
Dream implods

 Like a nagging headache struggling to escape

Reach its fulfilment

Hope pushing, pushing hope

Vision gasping for air

Becomes my enemy

 

 It needs to be captured

Nurtured, shaped, undone, redone

Sculptured, high and then higher

Taken down, stripped

Struggle with this tiger within

Lose, win, lose

Try again


      
Realised

 

 

 

 
 

 
Dublin-A city defined by it's creative juices.