2008-11-10 - 10:56 a.m.

I caught this morning morning's minion, King-
dom of daylight's dauphin, Dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,

G.M. Hopkins.

How I’d love to hear Mark E. Smith cover that barmy poem.

I wasn’t quite in my ecstasy this morning but I did feel a lovely sense of togetherness. I was looking out the living room window at the burnished Autumn leaves swirling around and the schoolchildren being handled forth by their single parents. I looked on in spite at the beautiful women walking to work. There’s something resolutely sexy about a woman in a business suit. I wanted to take a run across the floor, burst through the glass and hold them close. I thought such a dramatic action would win their jaded working hearts. Here’s a guy who cuts out the formalities and runs through glass for you, bloodied and benevolent, a wild spirit ready to listen. What separates us but the fragile veneer of bay window between these dynamic successes and my own ruined person. They march on, oblivious to my wistful gaze, this procession of beauties. Where do they come from? How can this many beautiful women be walking past me, spurning, going on to better things? They don’t realise that I could simply open the window and scoop them up. This parade was thrilling to witness. Me, in my cocoon and dressing gown, and they, striding to work with combed hair, missing the chance of a lifetime to ring my doorbell and hang out with me for a while. They’ll never know the fun they missed by walking and not catching my gimlet eye.

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