Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight friends,
Whilst it never fails to humble me, this time of year, this particular year, 2014,utterly combusts me.
Having recently commemorated the 70th anniversary of the D-Day Landings, on Normandy beaches, in France during World War Two, we are in the month of June, which marks the centenary of Archduke Franz Ferdinand's assassination. June 28th 1914, marking the beginning of World War One. Although Britain did not declare war until the 4th August of 1914.
A book I recently fell into is Robert Harris' An Officer and a Spy. Composed as a fictional retelling of 'the most infamous miscarriage of Justice in History,' that of the conviction of Jewish officer, Alfred Dreyfus, for treason in France 1895. This acted as the precursor to the disharmony, subsequently catapulting Europe in to a World War by afore mentioned assassination of 'The Duke.'
Now, I hesitate to linger on this as it sounds far too much like politics and religion, nothing wrong with this but there are other vehicles for it. This written it is an almighty clanger of miscarriage if ever there was a clanger. Clanger, not to be confused with hanger, you know, for coats et cetera. Or maybe shirts, skirts and jackets? I write this currently diving out of the way of yet another author sent from afar to depress literature, so said he of Blake. Written in the margins of a tattered old - 'traditional' - book. Suffice as to write An Officer and a Spy is in my view, well worth a read. Or re-read. Or re-read the read you have read. It is up to you.
So, where do we find ourselves in this sort of vacuum between commemorations? Rejoicing and cherishing life. That's where.
As if by some unjust rod plucked from my bleeding heart (depressing literature again are we?) I find myself feeling something other than sad. I find myself equal. In spirit and in action. I do hesitate to go further along the lines of the word spirit, so we shall simply call it a spirit-level. You know, like a builder would use to level a wall. Or a floor. Again I pause for thought over deploying the word plethora. Plethora is apparently a word used most widely by students to show their understanding of the English language. With all it's multitudes of plethoras' of possibilities. I am indeed also a student, as such I respectfully decline from using the word plethora. If seen please feel free to report the word Plethora to trading standards. Or some other such body of precision. For more visual imagery of the word plethora read ART FOR ARTS SAKE?... please click here: http://robertjameswardle.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/art-for-arts-sake-surely-not-thats-no.html
Another word I fell upon, many many summers ago, is ramifications. The complex consequences of actions. Or there about.
This word, is a continuously useful word and as such I shall deploy it now.
I hope very much the ramifications of a novel I am continuing with, and a script I am co-writing, both come to fruition bringing pleasure and stimulation of emotion to the many not the few.
On this note I bid you farewell dear friends. For now.
Until we meet again through the page, I hope this finds you in good health and a happiness,
Warmly yours
Peace Friends X
RJ Wardle
