This week, Crowded House has sounded right.

I bought Ahmed a copy of The Little Prince to read; fittingly, as his brother is Prince of Saudi Arabia.

'For what you have tamed, you become responsible forever.'

'One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneslf to be tamed.'

(Simpsons episode Johhny Cash - fox steals from Little Prince)

This book (LP) is the equivalent of Gosie's star to look at and hear bells ring and laughter.


Post - waiting to see if the last wave sent out went over the levee.



'This film (DaVinci Code) does not turn gold to lead, it turns copper to zinc.'



Dream

Climbing steps, young baby stood alone behind me fell. I was at cabin door of plane. 'Where's Georgina?' 'She fell. There was nothing I could do.' 'She's under the ladder.' Grief, that distance with nothing to break her fall. On board, MES plays gig. Second song in, all going well, plane briefly makes a stop. MES says 'Okay if I pop out for some ointment, cheers.' Passengers smile. Some of us pop out too. We drink in a lounge, Georgina on our minds until time has escaped us, someone comes to fetch Mark, we run after him. The lights are turning from amber to white and the thin plane begins to move. For a second we stand on the runway to block it, then step aside as people shout at us - 'signallers', holding their non-partisan ping-pong bats. We catch the next plane aware we missed MES's performance.



Spread your coat tails



A complex latticework has been in place - report of terrorist surveillance



Carrie at wonder
bread from her hands
falling about - sometimes onto -
the two ducks
that visit the sloping garden
below our flats.

They transport her
like the spell of their staying
is running through her body
and could be broken if she moved
too suddenly.
Feeling her whole body at once,
she levitates -
simultaneously grounded
and light.