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Journal Entry: Mon May 24, 2010, 12:41 PM

  • Listening to: Derhab Faytinga
  • Reading: Lark Rise to Candleford
  • Watching: the world go by
  • Playing: 3-dimensional chess
  • Eating: Salad
  • Drinking: suwa (at least I wish I were)

Inpuhotep of Thebes

Journal Entry: Fri Dec 4, 2009, 12:16 PM
On the side of the coffin of Inpuhotep
Are painted a pair of magical eyes,
The eyes of the sky god, Horus.
Inside the swaddled mummy sideways lies
Gazing eastwards through those eyes
To see each dawn the sun god rise
Born in the morning of the womb of Nut
To sail the sky in the Boat of Ra,
the Barque of Millions of Years.

Above the painted eyes in hieroglyphs
It tells of the offering of the King
To the green-faced god of the netherworld,
Great god, Osiris, Lord of Djedu, and Abydos,
A thousand loaves, a thousand beers,
Roasted ox and fattened fowl, all things
Good and all things pure, clean linen,
Alabaster given in the name of the justified one
Whose gaze is fixed on the rising sun
For all the days of eternity.

Note: Many coffins in ancient Egypt’s Middle Kingdom period had two eyes painted
at the head end of the coffin’s eastern side. The mummy was placed sideways so that its head was in a position  behind the coffin’s painted eyes where it could ‘look’ out through them to see the sun rise in the east and also the offerings of food and drink brought for the sustenance of its ‘Ka’ or spiritual persona.


  • Listening to: Ishtar - La voix d'Alabina
  • Reading: Three Men in a Boat (again)
  • Watching: the world go by
  • Playing: crib
  • Eating: Yorkshire Pudding
  • Drinking: suwa (at least I wish I were)

Advice to the Wise

Journal Entry: Fri Jul 3, 2009, 9:45 AM

I thought it was about time that I changed the poem on my journal so here is a new one.

Relax, Enjoy, Be Merry!

If I were given the choice, I would
get rid of ‘ought’ and ‘must’ and ‘should’.
Such words would go in the rubbish bin
along with ‘guilt’ and ‘blame’ and ‘sin’.
We only need to love each other
and treat our neighbour as our brother.
All other ‘do’s’ and ‘don’ts’ don’t matter;
they’re just a lot of idle chatter.
We’ve only one life as far as we know,
so let’s enjoy it before we go.

  • Listening to: Ishtar - La voix d'Alabina
  • Reading: Three Men in a Boat (again)
  • Watching: the world go by
  • Playing: crib
  • Eating: Yorkshire Pudding
  • Drinking: suwa (at least I wish I were)

Leaves in the Wind

Journal Entry: Mon Jan 14, 2008, 10:22 AM
Here is one of my favourite poems:

Leaves In The Wind
I'm living
forgetful of the world
by which I'm forgotten.
I'm living in my world
which is full of tall grass
and not so wide
for it's my back yard.

Sitting here listening
to the whistling wind
and seeing the leaves
being carried away
I realise
that one day
Death will come
and carry me away
just like that
like the leaves in the wind.

  • Listening to: the waves and the wind
  • Reading: Alice in Wonderland
  • Watching: the clouds overhead
  • Playing: with Kelbi
  • Eating: profiteroles
  • Drinking: horlicks
Here is one of my fav. poems. It is by Mary Oliver. I hope you like it, too

The Sun   
Have you ever seen
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
  • Listening to: Mediaeval Babes
  • Reading: Being Alive
  • Watching: the clouds sail past
  • Playing: with my dog, Kelbi
  • Eating: an apple
  • Drinking: Rum
Celia Celia

When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on.
Adrian Mitchell
  • Listening to: Maharabata film sound track
  • Reading: Ptah-Hotep's Instruction
  • Watching: the world go by
  • Playing: very often
  • Eating: Spinach and Scots porridge - tium tium
  • Drinking: Red wine and beer
He with a new pillow sleeps on the roads
  • Listening to: Helen Meles
  • Reading: Early Dynastic Egypt
  • Watching: Nowt
  • Playing: Yes
  • Eating: Mango chutney and porridge
  • Drinking: Rum