Lostness (1)

Notes of a teenage dropout

 

Part 1: 1972

 

We move like pieces on a darkened chessboard.

 

Chess is a good game.
It will wreck your life and drive you mad.

 


 

Never is always

 

Atoms hum in dispute
driving shapes through flavoured air.

Whispered things
along the snowline
of a body.

Like a ghostly patch
on wallpaper
where a mirror had been.

 

And his mind was there
settled under the trees.

Perhaps we will arrive in Greece
several thousand years too late.

 

 

 

 

Lostness: Introduction

“Daily Notes”  (“Attempts at a journal”)

 

Began in 1978.  Consisting mainly of various thoughts, ideas, questions and opinions. Some are just sentence-length, others a paragraph or more.

Fragments from the years 1972 to 1978 will be posted first, for the sake of completeness.

I give these notes the overall title “Lostness”.

Since I fell ill, in 1987, almost thirty years have gone by.  Now I am slowly and painfully typing-out my writing in the hope that, rather than being “lost”, it may actually be found, by a few people, while I still exist.