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Doddering

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My garden fences being toppled by the high winds of Storm Dudley was only the start of it. A warning of the ferociousness of the storm to come.

Today …

the machine of destruction rolls in and over the right to be free from coercive

dictators.

Dragon fire. Death. Disaster.

The price of fuel, a triviality, considering …

steps taken –

strides needed.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Thursday 24th February 2022

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Obligatory – New Year

Is it new, to celebrate the start of a year in which one becomes older?

Does the angst of youth miraculously dissipate, or does it accelerate until it can no longer be retained by the brittle shell of depletion?

Copyright of Jay Cool´s thoughts owned by Jay Cool, Saturday 1st January, 2022.

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Joined-up thinking?

According to The Sun, the coronavirus infection rate is slowing.

According to The Express, today’s coronavirus data is delayed.

According to the The Independent, the latest daily infection rate was 24 hours ago, at 183, 027.

No new updates are due until 7.30 pm today.

And yet.

According to a Bing search, as of 15.43 today, the 30th December, 2021, the daily rate of infections in the UK was 221, 250!

Joined-up thinking?

Confused?

Be confused no more. As of 20.58 today, The Daily Mail, put the record straight, knocking to total infection rate down to 189,213!

Sorted.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 30th December, 2021

Image courtesy of pixabay.com

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Rebuff

They had nothing to do with each other. Not really.

Nothing in the way of communication passed between them, although one, it could be argued, was a regular guest of the other. Not by way of invitation; but more in the way of a gatecrasher. Although to use the word gatecrasher might seem to imply intent on the part of the visitor and, in this situation, with this visitor, there was no intent whatsoever.

The involuntary-gatecrasher certainly possessed a multitude of positive attributes; attributes which might, to the uninformed observer, be cited as more than enough to impress the highest calibre of a host. And, yet, it was not, it seemed, enough to earn the guest, even the flicker of hostly acknowledgement. Not that the guest, by way of return, if a lack of acknowledgement can in any way be returned, suffered in any way by such a rebuff. Again, there are some who might point out that, without intent on either the part of the guest or the host, there cannot possibly be the conception of a rebuff.

And, as has already been put forward, they had nothing to do with each other.

Not really.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Tuesday 28th December, 2021

Photograph by Jay Cool

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Lockdown Dance

Lockdown Dance

Lonely in lockdown

I keep company with the colours of the many versions of myself,

all of them, dancing, wriggling, moving and shifting,

adjusting to a new idea of what it is to be

alive and thriving

a life-force, freeing themselves up from the conventions

of what it once was to be constrained, constricted and conquered by

the coiling, controlling, and certifying

constraints of Captains, Commanders and

Kings.

Copyright of poem & image owned by Jay Cool, December 2020

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Business As Normal

Business As Normal

Big surge. Fast spread.

No end in sight.

Breakfast briefing at Downing Street.

Full English.

Boris bursting with bacon.

Pinged.

Carpets bloody, but getting on with it.

Business?

As normal.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 16th, 2020

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

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Microspread

Microspread

Fifty million doses.

Enough for two and a half million people.

A good spread.

Not available yet.

But critical.

Plausible, effective and willing, but not able to

quite r e a c h t h e e d g e s

and not even able to land in the middle.

Not even a droplet

ready for roll-out,

as yet.

But a big, important – MEGA!

Potentially-significant microspread!

Copyright owned by Jay Cool

Inspired by Downing Street`s Coronavirus Briefing, Monday 15th November, 2020

Image by Ken Boyd from Pixabay

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Total Lockdown – A Poem

Locked in.

Sprogs at school.

Hubby at work.

All breathing, mixing, inhaling.

And all due to return

soon.

And here I am. A mum locked

in.

A sitting duck.

Waiting.

As always.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool

Image by Manfred Richter from Pixabay

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Silly-Savvy Art: Panic

‘Panic’ is the final of a series of three watercolour landscapes, inspired by my local walks during the UK’s Coronavirus pandemic lockdown.

This scene depicts The Water Mill, in Great Cornard, and is based on a photograph I took, late April, whilst making the most of my once-a-day exercise.

An army of viruses move in, ready to wreak havoc on the residents of Babergh, Suffolk.

The painting is on a 40 X 40 cm cas, and is intended to be displayed as a diamond shape. For maximum image resolution, on my mobile phone’s camera, I depict it here on the diagonal.

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Copyright of ‘Panic’ painting owned by Jay Cool, April 2020 (not available for Creative Commons use – please contact me for permission, should you wish to use the image. Alternatively, you can purchase a print, e.g. postcard, letter card, fabric hanging, etc. 

Please see the first two paintings in this series, ‘Complacency’ and ‘Anxiety’.

The Divine Right of Monarchs?

Just how long is a person expected to glue themselves to the box today?

And is it socially acceptable to shift oneself from the settee to tackle the overgrown lawn? Will my neighbours complain if I get happy with a strimmer? Do neighbours generally complain when a spot of gardening takes precedence over the funeral of someone´s much-loved Great Granny, Granny and Mother? Probably not. So why today, does Hubby frown at me when he spots me sneaking outside with an extension lead and attempting to marry up plug and socket?

“Wait until 5 o´clock!” he says.

Fearing God´s wrath, on the off chance that King James I had been right all along to insist upon the divine right of monarchs, I retreat.

Back to the settee. Back to the box. Best make the most of it before this Winter´s fuel-bill hike!

Best not think about how many penny boxes remained empty today. Best focus on …

The box within the box. The Great Granny, Granny and Mother within the box within.

And just how many zero-hour contract workers … ?

Best not, not on this occasion, best not to think about it.

Think not outside the box. Focus.

Is it 5pm yet? Strimmer? Electrical strimmer? Fuel bills?

“Hubby, do we have any garden shears?”

By Jay Cool, 19th September, 2022

P.S. Not totally against the monarchy, but not totally for it either. Cannot help but see the irony in it all. But, at the same time, I suspect the Queen, given back the status of ruler, might have done a better job of running the country than our current Parliamentary elect!

Image by Brad Volpe from Pixabay

Revealing Mr Larkin

Shadows of middle-age larking around with the mind of

Philip, as he sees the elderly, mouths drooling, and

is fearful of this watery reflection of

skewed ripples, of the spades digging into his own

disintegration.

By Jay Cool, 18th August 2022

Inspired by snippets of Philip Larkin´s poetry, as featured on BBC Four´s Return to Larkinland.

Image by Olle August from Pixabay