Today’s Post About Nothing

For some reason, as I was driving in to work this morning, I had a thought that today would be a difficult blogging day.  My normal Daily Post recommendation was as limited as I expected because it’s to do with giving three posts / blogs you’ve read and enjoyed recently some love and, quite honestly, I can’t remember enough of what I’ve read or where I read it.  There are only a few blogs that I read with any degree of regularity and they haven’t been updated recently.

I decided I’d write about what I heard first when I turned on the wireless and that was James Bay’s Hold Back the River.  While I don’t know what “lonely water” is, I can understand the message of the song and it’s fairly obvious so there’s no point doing a “this is what this song means to me” post.

So I turned to Google and that also recommended writing about a song and also about a current event or hot topic.  I opened up Twitter and got to the trending topics:

  • #UCLdraw – not interested in talking about the Champions League;
  • #mondaymotivation – I have none.  While in my constant state confusion there are only a few things motivating me.
  • #SandyHook – I don’t particularly want to blog about anything controversial and US gun crime could probably put me there.  I already have a controversial post written that I’m trying to pluck up the courage to post but fear that it would lead to me being shouted at rather than people respecting a free thinking opinion, and that’s pretty much what it’s about.
  • #EuropaLeague – Liverpool got Augsburg.  My brother wants to go.  I’ll see if we can get tickets.
  • Serena Williams – why is Serena in the news?  Oh, cause she’s Sports Illustrated 2015 Sportsperson of the Year.  Well done Serena.
  • #VictoryMonday – no idea what this is.
  • FA Trophy – umm…. no.
  • Midtjylland – the next team to beat Manchester United in Europe.
  • Emirates – probably publicity.
  • Jess Phillips – I don’t think an MP threatening “to knife” anyone should get that much publicity unless it’s about her ultimately being sacked and incarcerated.

Incidentally, has everyone read / heard this poem that I was just reminded about when I wrote “what it’s about”?

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it “chops”
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about.
His teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed a lot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
and that’s what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes.
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed alot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
and that’s what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her.
That was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles’s Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because it was the thing to do
and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed,
his father snoring soundly.

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
because that’s what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.

I think it’s genius and really sad.  It’s called Chops and I guess it must be by Stephen Chbosky.  I loved how it was delivered in the scene not actually used in the film.  I once had to do a poem recital at school and was penalised when the examiner mistook my pausing for effect as forgetting the words.

Then my day got broken up by trying to track down what parcel was being delivered to me by UPS, because I’m not expecting anything and, at 1.6kg, it’s not my brother’s ESTA.  This is both exciting and worrying in equal measure at the moment.

Moving on the next idea…  Write about a time you broke:

  • A bone – I broke my collar bone playing football in PE about an hour before I was due to be playing in a school football match.  I don’t think I’ve broken someone else’s.
  • A heart – I’m always on the receiving end of what I will call “relationship breakdown” so not sure if I’ve ever broken a heart in the process.
  • The law – not sure I ever have.  I never speed and I’ve never falsely appropriated any goods or services.  Ever.
  • A promise – this got me thinking.  I sound pompous for saying that I can’t remember having done so, but I so very rarely promise anything because of the level of commitment that I associate with it that I can only remember one promise I’ve ever made and I haven’t had chance to break that one yet.

Ooh, “Hello!” to my first ever visitor from Santa Fe!

And then I got to my last find which was pretty much “complete the sentence” with dreams that haven’t come true yet:

  • Own – a Mont Blanc fountain pen and two huskies, although they will probably own me.  The materialistic side of me already owns a Swiss watch and a German car, the latter of which was more realistic than Aston Martin GT Zagato I want.
  • Explore – a market in a foreign land.
  • Travel – to all the continents.  People think I don’t like traveling and won’t travel.  For non-work reasons, this isn’t true.  I just don’t want to do it on my own.
  • Run – a marathon or a coffee shop.  I want to be able to say that I’ve run a marathon but don’t really fancy the training but, typing that, I’m going to.  I’m going to have a look what events there are next year.  I also want to run a coffee shop serving proper coffee with homemade cake that will be cool and chic without being hipster and have a live band every evening.
  • Discover – the hardest one for me.  I would like to discover a cure for a disease but if I’m going to do that it’ll be by accident.  Or I’ll die of the disease causing doctors to stumble upon the cure by accident.  It’s hard to differentiate “discover” with “travel” for me.
  • Start – piano lessons (and my marathon training!).
  • Be – although it’s sentimental, I want to be the best person I can be for someone else.

 

So, there it is.  Over 1000 words on absolutely nothing.

Tried to keep you close to me,
But life got in between
Tried to square not being there
But think that I should’ve been

Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes
Hold back the river, so I
Can stop for a minute and see where you hide
Hold back the river, hold back

Once upon a different life
We rode our bikes into the sky
But now we’re caught against the tide
Those distant days all flashing by

Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes
Hold back the river, so I
Can stop for a minute and be by your side
Hold back the river, hold back

Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes
Hold back the river, so I
Can stop for a minute and see where you hide
Hold back the river, hold back

Oh, oho, oho, oho, oho
Oho, oho, oho, oho

Lonely water, lonely water, won’t you let us wander
Let us hold each other
Lonely water, lonely water, won’t you let us wander
Let us hold each other

Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes
Hold back the river, so I
Can stop for a minute and be by your side
Hold back the river, hold back

Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes
Hold back the river, so I
Can stop for a minute and be by your side
Hold back the river, hold

Lonely water, lonely water, won’t you let us wander
Let us hold each other
Lonely water, lonely water, won’t you let us wander
Let us hold each other

Hold Back The River by James Bay

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