Thursday, February 4, 2010

Goodbye

Will be back after the break.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

By Wilfred Owen


What passing bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.

No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.


What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;

Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Monday, November 2, 2009

Then came the Man

Only a few more days of living by the spinal cord like a small animal; then the rebirth into a brave new world!

Monday, October 19, 2009

He died for the Fatherland

Eintritt in der Wehrmacht: 4 Feb

Thursday, October 15, 2009

impact...impact

In the mood for HidaSketch (and maybe therefore also in HidaSketch mood) in recent days it seems.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Yea - that's the stuff

Possibility 1: Gastric ulcer
Possibility 2: Subconscious psychological triggers.

The likelihood that Possibility 1 in isolation causes the bouts of nausea lately would be strange but possibly not totally off the mark. No alarm symptoms, no high-end scale pain and viable (albeit reduced) appetite point to less serious stuff though to be fair, having symptoms for 2 weeks is already a bad sign, even if life is sort of going on near normal (being too manly to admit that something worse might be afoot). A fact however which points to Possibility 2: 'stressful' situations trigger symptoms (amongst other possible triggers such as vigorous exercise, eating and in some circumstances, talking so don't call me, msn me). Possibility 2 in isolation fails to explain certain things as well: firstly, it does not account for the sudden onset and secondly, my doubt if the body can be affected solely by a screwed up superego (in the psychoanalytic sense) without alarm being communicated first through the ego.

I do hope I'm being rational enough for a casualty, even if uninformed. On the bright side, it gives me some personal impetus to mug bio (hand-written notes for entirety of last year's work completed in 6 days). Drug dose increased too.