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POLLY TICKS
A year is the time it take for Earth to orbit the Sun. Well, that
might be right in science, but the year is much more – it is the
ultimate form of control. Nature controls us through the seasons,
but man formulated the seasons into festivals which went on to
give us meaning.
Through meaning, we learn how to aspire to
something, so with Christianity, we find the
year taking on a new importance.
It became a continual, all-year-round celebration of the life of
Christ. This made us as one with the concept, proving a brilliant
way to define who we were. Such an ability was not lost on later
politicians, with the whole year becoming a calendar for prominent
political and cultural events. We see most of these as innocuous
celebrations, but they get under our skin and offer us meaning.
And the people who control this calendar control us.
Eye On the World
Writers’ Tips
The ‘Y’ Files
CRIME NEWS: Figures show UK most
violent country in EU. This is what happens
when govt tries to make a country what it’s not.
We’ve lost our soul.
WORLD NEWS: Italian leader picks earthquake hit venue for
next G8 Summit. I see something deeply Freudian in this.
BRIT NEWS: New MI6 chief in security error as wife
posts photos & family details on Facebook. One
hopes his staff are more security conscious.
THE TRAVELLER
Fiction: It seemed as if he had been traveling an eternity, everywhere
he had been a kind of spectral blur as memories flashed before him. ‘Is
there anybody there?’ said the Traveller, knocking on the moonlit
door. He waited, and eventually he heard the thud of heavy steps
approaching from within. Slowly the door creaked open and a pained,
harrowing face appeared. The man was stooped and the haunted look
extended to the interior of the house – an ancient house that must
have witnessed so much as the centuries had rolled by. The man
offered the traveler a drink, and noticing the obvious fear on his face,
said: ‘Don’t worry, it isn’t haunted.’ The Traveller felt at home here.
His eyes became translucent and a knocking seemed to envelop the
whole house. ‘It is now,’ he said.
SPIN
Spin the wheel, it’s how it’s done,
Offering tragedy, or maybe fun,
Sometimes you win, sometimes lose,
Giving you joy, or maybe the blues,
Spin the wheel, the wheel of life,
Could be happiness, or maybe strife
© Anthony North, July 2009
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