Miles Whinfrey (c) April 2014.
What do you think Bertrand?
Let me introduce myself- Bertrand, Bertrand Russell
What worries me is the state of the universe, the
spheres
But I have never been more moved than with Ludwig
Reinvigorated by his unique ensemble
What he writes and says and does I don’t
Which is the joy
I have read and ruminated and stewed over so many
books it is a wonder
We have spoke and shared but in so many ways I am
still at a loss
I feel older, though he doesn’t know, but how can this
be?
The words find their way granted
I will survive not knowing the answers to the big
questions, but there is something else- that is my issue,
I can’t live without colour to the slide or a bellwether
I have reached this point over a wide search that has
both gone everywhere, and stayed local in a neighbours
yard
I have both a Halifax in a reservoir and a nailed on
conviction for murder 1 in the Jones demise, though it
is a paper exercise like Cluedo and ment to satisfy
But what of Ludwig-
What do I like?
Is it because he is from a land I don’t understand?
Maybe
We laugh, sometimes we laugh in sympathy, not always
Is there something there- an understanding and good
will?
Yes.
Is it no-one’s effort to claim? Maybe not if I am not too
old.
I can prove it isn’t if I can change which I can because
they can teach old dogs new tricks.
I am a silly old sod
Hopefully we laugh
He quips:
‘Go seek Fido.’