And the mind gets up too, puts on a robe
And goes downstairs, lights a cigarette,
And opens a book on engineering.
Even the conscience awakens
And roams from room to room in the dark,
Darting away from every mirror like a strange fish.
This is a snippet from the oem read by the chairperson of the Council meeting I went to – beautiful way to start the meeting as we gather together and also gather our inner bits for the work ahead. Made me want a smoke.
This one was read out the next day: The First Dream Beautiful! And this one:
I Chop Some Parsley While Listening to Art Blakey’s Version of Three Blind Mice