Incongruous
I dreamed....
.....Ainsley S and his gang were drinking coffee in an open space off the Charing Cross Rd and Ainsley was boasting about all the people he'd killed . He said he'd killed 100. There was a genocide in progress and children were singing about it. Cheerfully. Apart from the violence, which was happening out of sight, everything seemed quite normal. The sun was shining. Ainsley was in his shirt sleeves.
Ainsley S was a friend of my early boyhood- a sweet little curly headed imp. I'm preserving his anonymity in case he's still alive and should happen upon this. Really the idea of him as a mass murderer is the height of incongruity.
Yesterday a Friend was giving a talk about his time in Guatemala. Within living memory (I'm talking about the '80s) a war of genocide was waged by a succession of military regimes against the Maya. "But," he said, "That's for another time, another presentation..." Instead he showed us pictures of processions, festivals, markets, buildings, costumes. Every surface was painted, every fabric patterened. And everywhere there was colour, colour, colour, colour.....
.....Ainsley S and his gang were drinking coffee in an open space off the Charing Cross Rd and Ainsley was boasting about all the people he'd killed . He said he'd killed 100. There was a genocide in progress and children were singing about it. Cheerfully. Apart from the violence, which was happening out of sight, everything seemed quite normal. The sun was shining. Ainsley was in his shirt sleeves.
Ainsley S was a friend of my early boyhood- a sweet little curly headed imp. I'm preserving his anonymity in case he's still alive and should happen upon this. Really the idea of him as a mass murderer is the height of incongruity.
Yesterday a Friend was giving a talk about his time in Guatemala. Within living memory (I'm talking about the '80s) a war of genocide was waged by a succession of military regimes against the Maya. "But," he said, "That's for another time, another presentation..." Instead he showed us pictures of processions, festivals, markets, buildings, costumes. Every surface was painted, every fabric patterened. And everywhere there was colour, colour, colour, colour.....