my uruguayan friend walks with me down the river at dusk. lovely river. electric sitar. multitudes of cultures. open spaces. we come home, we have some wine, some talk, some more wine and more talk. my lovely neighbourhood friend comes round with a long haired man and lots of fun. and more wine and more talk and add some music and candles and ghostly autumnal skies. breakfast, more walks, london from the 17th floor, market, supermarket. talk and plans. off to wimbledon to see mad rabbit woman. sausages and mash. surly girl, grinning boy. sneaky fags. bus ride with barbarossa and sufjan and lady sovereign and low and more.
a while ago my friend who's in love told me that in french-speaking africa people will explain to you this simple equation: if there is a problem you have a solution to, why then there is no problem, you'll sort it out in time. and if there is a problem that has no solution, well then it's not a problem, it's just a fact of life.
life is good. il n'y a pas des problèmes.
And that is just the way it should be.
ReplyDeleteI like that problem reasoning. I wish I'd read it between 1am and 4 am this morning...
ReplyDeleteYou've told me before...but I'm not tired of hearing it. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteIt is comforting, the reasoning, but I can't help but hearing the screams and protests of the little girl inside me "It isn't good enough, not even close! I refuse to hear your reasoning and I'll tell you where you can stick your facts..."
ReplyDeletewell, you'd never told ME before. that's a good one. not very convincing though, but perfect, perfect reasoning. clever folk, french speaking Africa, whatever that means.
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