Three Quotes, Three Days Challenge

Three Days, Three Quotes

My blogging buddy, Dave Farmer has kindly nominated me to continue this little challenge. The idea is that you post three of your favourite quotes over three days. Fine, I can certainly find the three quotes but three days, no. I blog once a week, on a Monday.

So, to allow myself to step up to the challenge I will forgo what had started a couple of weeks ago, my rather dull book reviews, and write this instead.

“A generation which ignores history has no past — and no future.”
Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love

I just love Heinlein and read this book in my late teens. This little line just jumped out at me even though it is quite a thick and heavy read.

“Civilisation is the distance that man has placed between himself and his own excreta.”
Brian W. Aldiss, The Dark Light Years

Another favourite author and for me this line just says it all! I’m not sure if that is a good or a bad thing though.

“Once upon a time there was what there was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell.”
Charles de Lint, Dreams Underfoot

Finally, a recent discovery for me, Charles de Lint has a way with words and a way of thinking that just appeals to me.

So, the rules if you wish to step up to this challenge are quite simple;

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Post one fresh quotation on three consecutive days.
  3. On each of the three days, nominate three folk who have not yet taken part to continue the challenge.

As I said earlier, I am doing the one post with three quotes but you can do it over three days if you so desire. All I need do now is nominate three unfortunates. They are:

Books Bird

Beyond The Sphere

Once

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The Storm Outside

Attempting to find sleep in the early morning hours as the storm rages outside.
Watching the performers in my life struggle to find their perfect part.
Learning their lines but seemingly always missing their cue,
berating themselves yet not understanding my tranquillity as I watch,
thinking they have upset the balance, when in fact the play is perfect.

Rain lashes itself against the windows, rivulets running down the pains.
Tears of life falling yet strangely, I am unmoved by their flow.
I sit composedly in the middle of the floor, absolving all around me,
Calm in the middle of the storm on this early morning vigil,
attempting to make sense of the imposed wreckage outside.

The life I now lead is one of my choosing, I choose not to incriminate.
I am not looking for the storm to subside, it will exhaust itself
and I will remain seated on the floor in self absorbed satisfaction,
in the knowledge that the performers will learn to live with imperfection
as nature performs her imperfect dance outside the window.

The storm rages on as rain and wind lash the walls outside.
Calmness within the walls reflect how I see the storm,
it will blow over as all storms must, leaving behind broken branches,
but not a broken heart, not this one at least.
All the performers are important to me, they could never fail me.

There is no competition, each has won their own award,
a place in my heart that will remain forever theirs.
So let the storm subside. Let it pass us by.
Windswept and dishevelled, we can brush ourselves down and start anew.
We must all remain in the play as surely as the wind is part of the storm.

©2012 Trevor Litchfield

Cade Allsopp:The Sofa

Cade sat on the sofa. It was his favourite place to sit when he had nothing better to do, it was his favourite piece of furniture anyway and he always sat on it if he wasn’t doing anything else. It was also the best place to view his television from, so naturally, he sat on it whilst watching that too!

It was also the best place to listen to music, he had set the speakers up so that relaxing in the middle of the sofa was the best place to hear the full and rather rich stereo sound his CD player gave. In fact, the sofa was the best place to sit to gain best advantage of all the entertainment Cade had invested in and placed at this end of the room.

The other end of the room was more like a study, bookcases lined two of the walls, floor to ceiling. A nice easy chair sat in one corner with a bright reading lamp hanging over it on the wall. His computer sat on a desk sat looking out of the window, from where he could see out into the street below and overlook quite a bit of the estate on which he lived. This end of the room saw very little activity. Cade was neither a great reader or writer yet he had these bookshelves full of books that he had bought over the years. Books that had been recommended by his friends, TV programmes he had watched and the odd book that had taken his fancy when he had entered the bookshop without a recommendation list in his pocket.

The computer sat on the desk next to his telephone and neither barely saw any life. He didn’t enjoy typing much and hated the idea of talking to people by typing away on the keyboard. He was much happier with his mobile phone which he used incessantly to talk to his friends, arrange evenings out, or just say “hi” to someone, killing the boredom he encountered since he had been living on his own.

This evening, Cade was sat in his usual place on the sofa watching an inane television programme about how to keep rats whilst still considering his discovery that he felt and was to all intents and purposes, alone and pretty friendless!

How had he come to this, he thought as black and brown rats ran around a cage on the screen. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have any acquaintances, he had loads! Still none of them could be considered a close friend and very few got invited back to his apartment for coffee or anything stronger after the bars shut on a Friday night. He did get invited back to other peoples houses and often ended up crashing out on a sofa for the night yet somehow he felt he could not offer the same refuge to his drinking partners. He felt that it would be an invasion of his privacy somehow and anyway, there were a couple he most definitely did not want back after closing time! They were unruly and had little care for anyone’s effects if they had been out on a big drinking night. He did not want these odd few to know exactly which apartment was his either, he knew they would turn up unannounced one evening looking to use his place for their own entertainment purposes.

So he sat alone.

With slow realisation, he came to the conclusion that he was happiest when he was on his own. Towards the end of his relationship with Nadia he had really disliked having to consider what she wanted and he had felt a certain relief when he had come home that evening to find her bags packed and Nadia sat in the easy chair, surrounded by the books, waiting for his arrival. Nadia said that she felt it was time she moved on. She felt that their relationship had stagnated into a muddy pond with no oxygen for her to breath and she just had to get out or she would suffocate.

She then left handing him her keys as she passed him on her way to the door and exited from his life. She had been thorough in her leaving, obviously calling in a favour from a few friends to help remove most of her belongings during the day, with just a suitcase and travel bag left to take with her in the final flurry of goodbye. He had heard nothing from Nadia since and none of his friends knew anything either yet both had shared friends for most of their time together.

The rat programme finished in a finale of electronic music and advertising came on to replace it. Cade turned off the television and headed towards the kitchen to make a coffee.

©2012 Trevor Litchfield

Cade Allsopp:The Telephone

Cade Allsopp:
Thirty something single male who, after a long term relationship breakup, now lives on his own.
He has his own apartment, plenty of friends, in fact a decent life by many others standards.
Snippets of his life will feature here as I create them.

Today’s episode: The Telephone.

Attempting to save contacts on his new phone, Cade sat intently reading the instruction booklet. He figured it could not be that hard, after all it was a landline phone with only fifteen pre-dials available to him but try as he might, he could not get a single number saved into the phone memory!

He reread the instruction booklet and finally discovered that he had been pressing the wrong button to store the numbers in the required locations. Now he was ready to start adding his contact numbers.

Who to add would be his next quandary. He had over one hundred contacts on his mobile and now he had to whittle them down to just fifteen people. Obviously his parents would be number one on the list but who else? He had no significant other in his life right now, he had few friends that he considered close, not close enough to really warrant putting one above the other on his phone. He concluded that he would add just his work number and his doctors surgery to his new phone, making just three contacts available to him at the lift of the receiver and touch of one button!

Cade was startled at the realisation of it all. He thought he enjoyed his life. He had some good friends yet not one of them could he consider a close friend, one he could confide in. Suddenly, he felt very lonely!

After pondering this new and rather surprising fact about himself, he got up from the sofa and poured himself a large bourbon and coke, he had to contemplate what had taken place in his life that had brought him to this point in time.

He had what he thought was a good social life, he went out two or three evenings a week to the local bars or to the cinema with at least a few from his group of friends. He holidayed abroad for two weeks every year, somewhere warm and sunny with a lovely beach and full nightlife, again with people he considered friends. He had a job, earned enough to live on, pay his bills and have a good time.

He sat sipping his bourbon and coke.

His mobile phone rang, it was Philip asking if he was going down the local bar tonight? Cade confirmed that he would meet Philip and whoever else was out down the bar at nine, but still his thoughts lingered on how lonely he felt.

Cade showered, changed into clean clothes and headed out to meet the people he considered his friends.

©2012 Trevor Litchfield

Another weekend done and dusted

District 13: Ultimatum

Image via Wikipedia

With a weekend of football on the TV to enjoy and my daughter away, I’ve done very little of anything much. I did get to watch a couple of films though:

District 13 Ultimatum 28/01/12 Liked it (not a waste of 90 minutes at least) French film that was really entertaining even though I struggled at times to keep up with the subtitles, thankfully I know a little French (is that a good thing?), so wasn’t totally overcome by the subtitles most of the time. Why only three stars when I say it’s really entertaining? The final five minutes where all these hoodlums get all chummy and the destruction of Paris left to our imagination!
Lifeforce 28/01/12 Liked it (not a waste of 90 minutes at least) A classic Sci Fi start that ends up being a vampire movie with a new twist on the term vampire. Why Patrick Stewart took a small part in this I’ve no idea but his was the only honest acting throughout, the rest was pretty dire. This got three stars mainly because of the story twist which was quite interesting though it could have been so much better.

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