Robert C. Day's Blog, page 5

Olá Portugal!

Um mega cinquenta por cento de todos os pontos de vista que recebi hoje são do ensolarado Portugal. Obrigado, quem você é. Você está iluminando meu domingo.

Agora, deixe-me sair desta biblioteca antes que o sol se ponha na Inglaterra e sou forçado a voltar para casa no escuro.

Boa noite, Portugal, durma bem (quando chegar a sua hora).

(Yeah, no – I don’t speak Portuguese. Translations are available here: https://www.google.com/search?q=portuguese+to+english&oq=portuguese+to+english)

Almost Nothing

Found my Facebook feed and my last post is not on it and so this blog is no longer connected to FB. Must see if I can find the settings. But then again, do I want to? I mean, if it’s delinked then I will be less repressed in the way I write, right? And that can only be a good thing (so long as I don’t defame anyone, I guess).

My last post got one view. Not surprised. I mean, there might be over twelve hundred followers of this blog, but I’ve posted, like, once in the last two years. Y’all...

There’s Just Sooo Much to Say!

I have loads to say, but I’ve stopped saying it. I feel like there are repressive and repressing elements in my life and I’ve let them get the upper hand. Perhaps it’s time to shake off these chains.

Just looked up and noticed a woman sat over the other side of the Library tapping away on another computer. I’m not going to mention her name, because I seem to remember that she subscribed to this blog at some point, but if you wish, you can read about her here: ...

Juice

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They looked like oranges, peeled like oranges, tasted like oranges and, unfortunately for them, arrived, in Florida, in spaceships that were the size and shape of orange boxes.

Take Good Care

I swear I saw a Red Brick Wall
Just before the Green Ceiling
Slapped back into its place.

I’d only thought about it
For a brief moment.

But such power!

I underestimate my mind
And how it touches me.

One small thought
And I’m caught.

I should take more care
(on/as/of/for/in/over)
What I think about
On dreaming days.

My dreaming ways.

Knowing the Unknowable

I barely know myself,
But I’m trying to.

I’ve started with my soles;
Watching them as I walk.

Not much success yet,
But I walk on.

(Inspired by Hemendra on https://dibaakor.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/know-me/)

Haiku #01

Seal the empty gourd.
The night is dark and stormy.
Drop into the sea.

You Are Already Loved

You can only give something if you have it, right?

So if you give love, it means that you have love already.

And that’s how karma really works.

It’s not that you give to receive; it’s that you give because you already have.

So, even if it seems that you have received because you have given; in reality, you have just been made aware of what you already have through the act of giving it.

Preparing for the End of the World

I’m collecting books for the end of the world.

I imagine myself sitting in a comfortable armchair with a stack of good books beside me and nothing better to do than read them.

Not at all sure who will be cooking or even doing the shopping. I only know that there will be unlimited leisure time and that I will fill it by stuffing my head full of the contents of books.

Forget about heat or electricity, water or any other amenity of life – it’s all about me enjoying myself in a patch of sunlight...

Song Annoyingly Stuck in my Head

Do not listen to the following song. It is insanely catchy. Particular the bit that starts at 1:50

Had it in my head all morning. Driving me insane. And for sure this will not help.