5,7,5 – 5,7,5 – 365 6th January 2016

5,7,5 – 365
6th January 2016

 

A haiku and shorter diary entries, every now and then, for a year.

 

It’s becoming apparent that I think too much and that as a result I also write too much. So far, the postings on here that have gone down best have been those in which I have either forced myself to do only one draft and then press send or ones on which, after much frustrated editing, I have just deleted much of what was there and then posted what is left. So what do I do with the enormous review of the gigs we attended in 2015? It’s a work in progress that only halfway done already dwarfs my longest post. Perhaps I can do it in chapters. Whatever, I have gone on for far too long!

 

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Those frustration has left short

Enough already!

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5,7,5 – 365  26th October 2015  

5,7,5 – 365 
26th October 2015  

 

A haiku or two and a diary entry, everyday for a year. 
 

Some days simply pass

It’s not all gigs and puppies

All work and no play 
 

I have that grim, tired Monday feeling. Laila was up until 3.00 this morning writing her essay and then back up again at 6.00 to get the assignment submitted. I take the train into London, it’s quiet, the school half term has reduced the usual press. The day follows the same pattern with what feels like little need for me to be here and few people around. Charlton Heston and Linda Harrison run away together on the muted television and the phone does not ring. Back in again tomorrow. 

  
 

Quiet day at work

My presence not required 

Planet of the Apes

5,7,5 – 365  25th October 2015 

5,7,5 – 365 
25th October 2015  

 

A haiku and a diary entry, everyday for a year. 
 

It’s Sunday and Laila is still beavering away at her essay. I take her up cups of coffee and biscuits but mostly try to stay out of her way and keep quiet. I end up playing with my headphones, which is quiet, and the puppy, which is not.

  
  

  

It has occurred to me that I might be able to simply use my iPad’s predictive typing to make up haiku. I may give that a try sometime, see if anyone notices.

 

Not always haiku

Sometimes simply random words

Perhaps tomorrow 

5,7,5 – 365 7th October 2015 

5,7,5 – 365
7th October 2015  

A haiku and a diary entry, everyday for a year.  



I’ve never seen one of these before, wrongly assuming they spend their whole lives in the water. This vulgar little chap (Smooth or Common Newt – Lissotriton vulgaris), was on our back step last night, apparently oblivious to the attentions of the nosy terriers taking an interest in him. Fortunately, none of them decided to give him the taste test. He’ll no doubt be looking for a place to settle down to sleep through the winter soon, though a check on the step half an hour later found him unmoved, apparently glued to the spot.
   

 
Against sniffing dogs

Amphibian visitor

Still, he stands his ground

5,7,5 – 365 6th October 2015 

5,7,5 – 365 

6th October 2015 

 

A haiku and a diary entry, everyday for a year.

On Saturday my ‘Ohio’ t-shirt arrived. Screen printed by Damien Jurado himself, with the lyrics to the song on the back. The song has been playing over and over both in my head and in my ears. Not in that awful invasive earworm way but because it has a lovely pace and rhythm that lends itself to walking or counting haiku syllables.

I search my much edited iTunes library and find two songs sharing the same title – The Jurado track and the classic from Crosby, stills, Nash & Young. Then, there are three more with Ohio in the title, all in my top fifty played songs. Two by my favourite band, The Low Anthem, the third, the lovely ‘My Ohio’ by Kris Delmhorst (playing that song through a good pair of headphones sends shivers down my spine). But what do I know of Ohio? Not very much. Before making a quick Wikipedia search I would have had to guess where it was on the map and I would have guessed wrong. Named from the Uroquoi words, meaning great river, it is a state in the Midwestern United States that, like most of the American place names romanticised in the songs of my music collection, I have never visited. Perhaps one day I might go there. 
Not my Ohio

Legend, in song, Great River

I have not been there 


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5,7,5 – 365  5th October 2015 

5,7,5 – 365

5th October 2015

A haiku and a diary entry, everyday for a year.  



Monday morning and it’s back in to work. The grey wet weather reflects my mood. I leave ten or so minutes late and the traffic crawls most of the twenty five miles to the station. I have missed my usual train and now have to catch the slower, later train that will only get me in to work for a later finish tonight. As the train heads south, my eye is drawn to and my heart lifted by the autumn colour taking hold of the hawthorn with their dark red hawes, the north face of field maples beginning to turn and the glowing red hips on the dog-rose.

 

Grey October morning

The weather and I in tune

This cloud lined with gold

5,7,5 – 365  4th October 2015 

5,7,5 – 365

4th October 2015

A haiku or two and a diary entry everyday for a year. 


The great weather continues. Laila gets some studying done and then does a run to the supermarket. I attack the hazel that is threatening to engulf the garage and get a bonfire going. While the fire blazes I paint the doors to the woodburner, fit new glass and rope seals and then put the doors back on the stove. The dogs are either sunning themselves or hunting voles in the grass – Archie has his nose down a hole whenever I look over at the field.
Early autumn sun

Cinders dancing overhead

The crackling fire 



As is usual, Sunday evening leaves me feeling that I haven’t achieved nearly enough this weekend and that ‘long dark teatime of the soul‘ feeling sets in. Laila forgets to buy spaghetti – so it’s not even the teatime we had planned. Laila will confirm that I am usually miserable on Sunday night – I can clearly remember feeling like this when school beckoned in the morning. Work is no more enticing.
Sunday evening

The weekend passed too quickly

My heart is sinking