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September 15, 2008
Which way’s up?
With some people you ask this, somewhat ironic, question and get a sympathetic shrug or at most a feeble laugh and an understanding nod of the head.
But with Alan, via text, you get poetry:
“Gravity has conspired with mass to make us feel inadequate. We are earthbound and small, bound to climb. And arriving at the summit short of breath and expecting to meet God we realise we are alone. Breathing deeply we become elated by our bravery and by the realisation that the top is so desolate and so lovely. This is the narcotic that draws us up.”
Beauty and truth, I guess living in Dublin helps.
Posted by john at September 15, 2008 02:34 PM
Comments
.....is Alan an Actor ?
Posted by: paula at September 16, 2008 11:01 AM
no, Alan is a TV director, and, as a subsequent text revealed, he was most of the way through a bottle of red wine when he wrote this.
Posted by: john Coombes at September 16, 2008 12:03 PM
...Yeah & thats why I don't drink ; )Hee Hee,but reading that piece again Alan, could have been riding around the Yorkshire Hills on a bike Ha Ha
Daphne & family have called in here,it was good to see them.
Posted by: paula at September 16, 2008 12:40 PM