all the world's a stage

I am fascinated by the proposition that in reality we are living in a showbiz world. ‘World’ may be a planet too far if we take the word literally, though it’s fair to say each of us has our own hedged-about universe of daily existence. And some are even able to step outside and take in the big picture.

And big picture it is. Most of us are once more living in local theatres where the moving image is more immediate than the written word. A professor introduces us to quantum theory. He is surrounded by an audience of showbiz ‘personalities’ while we sit on our sofas and watch the acts on individual small screens. Like cabinets of curiosities. The Punch and Judy booth morphs into PMQs. And in another part of town there is cage fighting. For real.

What shall we do about it?

Sit back and enjoy it, of course.

francis cameron, oxford, 08 february 2013

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nunc et in hora mortis examine

I’m preparing for my death. Not that I’m escaping just yet. Just that there are certain things I need to take care of. Like making a Will. So there’s a little less mess for my children to take care of when I’m gone.

I haven’t felt like this since I was 39. Then every newspaper, every magazine I picked up, seemed to tell me ’40 is the end of the road.’ 40 is as far as you’re going to get. Don’t delude yourself you’re going to get any further.

But then I did.

Before I was 41 I was on my way to Australia and new horizons. Far wider than I’d ever imagined.

Today it’s different. Je ne regrette rien. (Can’t you just hear her voice! Perhaps I should have it played at my wake.) And, on balance, life has been pretty good. But there are ends I need to tie up. Like updating the Will I made before I sailed South. Then it was simple. Now it is different. I bought a house when we came to Oxford in 1980. There are organisations I’ve joined since then. And the various ‘gov’ .orgs who need to be informed. When (the saints come marching in)

Now I’ve written that, I feel better. There IS a future. How long, I don’t know. But there IS a future.

Think ‘win8’. ‘Office 365’. The three books I ought to write. Enough to keep me out of mischief? LOL

francis cameron, oxford, 06 february 2013

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november 1963

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the only pretty ringtime

hodie januarius terminatus est

today, january closes its doors while outside I observe incipiences of youth and gentle Spring - and tomorrow, tomorrow be the Eve of our Imbolc when, according to amandus sagissimus ronaldus , the lambs they do lactate, they do, in field and fell, they do, they do - and, as told by northern pagan whisperings of my youth, waters drip from wintry stalagtites neath bough and branch and icy discards rush downstream in reunion to oblivion

light the new candles
nunc dimittis servum tuum
mine ending is my beginning
tomorrow shall be my dancing day

francis cameron, oxford, 31 january 2013

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