Many Never Climb Them

"Everyone’s got a different landscape. And that’s a good way for it to be. Their ain’t no gay nor straight nor pedo nor bi, and certainly no normal or abnormal, no more than you can say about an ocean or a continent, this one here is normal, and that one is abnormal.

Each person is just his or her own landscape – which like any landscape is a mixture of things. We just find ourselves among all these hills and forests with all the living things within them, and sometimes we find joy in their beauty and other times we tremble at the dangers that might pop out at us at any moment.

To always see the beauty while at the same time never forgetting about the possible dangers – that is the way I think we should live. Beautiful and dangerous are useful words. They define real things that happen to us and around us – things we can know and see.

But “normal” and “abnormal” – what use are those terms? When I look around me I don’t see no normal or abnormal. I see beautiful and ugly and loving and hateful and helpful and dangerous – but no normal or abnormal.

Those are life-killing words. Those are words narrow people use to try to put life in a little box because it’s too big and unruly for them to accept on its own terms. Normal and abnormal? Pah! Show me an abnormal mountain."

A Galaxy of No-Stars, pg 109

Nigel

Middle-Age Crisis (2003)

I have tried your life, with its mortgage, car, weeds and pastel-screened walls. I have paid my way in money and toil, not entitled to the perks of your tender romances.

Within your world of manipulation and lies, and minds unaware of their sad mediocrity. Your simplistic hiding places of repression and self-deceit make me jealous of your ignorance, yet happy that I do not walk as the living dead – as you do.

Nice may have a price, and that I have paid in full, but I sleep tightly and warmly at night knowing that I am able to experience the dismal corridors and blinding flashes of understanding.

This I have learned and, perhaps now, my time has come.

MBS?

Nigel

Prison (2003)

Never have I witnessed such a clan of impersonal, rude, intimidating and blinkered individuals.

A collection of ill-informed, mechanistic liars, apparently content to indulge in their own needs and desires, so as to get their way, by any measures available.

A conglomeration of fear-driven hypocrites, such that those good and noble, within the game, could barely gasp their last breaths of integrity within the hatesmoke-filled space.

I wonder what prison will bring? 

MBS?

Nigel

I Looked (2003)

I looked at the vicious crowd, pushing and jostling, and I did nothing, 
now I am a hooligan.
I looked at the calm soldier, slicing his enemy with his bayonet, and I did nothing,
now I am a war criminal.
I looked at the disembowelled refugee children, and I did nothing,
now I am a participator.
I looked at the stick-like bodies, as they were pushed into the trench, and I did nothing,
now I am Nazi.
I looked at the shattered remains of the crash victim, and I did nothing, 
now I am a manslaughterer.
I looked at the voluptuous body of the seductive model, and I did nothing,
now I am a rapist.
I looked at the distant scientists, collecting the remains of the murdered schoolgirl, and I did nothing, 
now I am a murderer.
I looked at the taboo sexual practices of others, and I did nothing, 
now I live the rest of my life as a child sexual offender,

... and then, I shutdown the computer. 

MBS?

Nigel