The current campaign for the U.S. Presidency has certainly been full of sound bytes and I guess that some of them will become part of everyday English in their own good time. The one that has already taken me off track is Michelle Obama’s: When they go low, we go high.
The lovely lows in my world right now are these:
And the happy highs have to be the heavenly skies:
There are times, too, when high and low merge with delicious ease bringing thoughts of both John Keats’ Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,’ and W.B. Yeats’ The trees are in their Autumn beauty …’
Yes, it’s a tough, rough Presidential campaign but thankfully, as Kris Kristofferson wrote:
But life goes on and this old world will keep on turning.
Kris Kristofferson brings me back to my teenage years in the 1970s and, most of all, I associate him with sitting on an oil heater in the drawing-room of the Bank House in Drogheda, playing his Greatest Hits, over and over and over and … again.
Listening back to the songs over the last week or so, they make me feel like Kris Kristofferson was my introduction to the roller-coaster of emotions that are associated with growing up, loving, leaving, losing, living …..
I must have played Me and Bobby McGee a million times visualising myself in that van with the wind-shield wipers slappin’ time … and contemplating the words: Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose …
I don’t think there’s been a Sunday morning since those teenage days that I haven’t had thought of Sunday Morning Coming Down. More than anywhere, it hit me when I ventured out on my first day in America – San Francisco ~ a Sunday, January 2, in 1983.
Today was the first day of ‘Winter-time’ here in Ireland and I’m in a right canfaddle about what time it is. I woke just after sunrise this morning, as always, even though it was around 6.30am ‘ new-time’ and a bit on the early side!
The minute I saw the sky with its hint of pink, I tore down to the beach to greet the day – isn’t that what Kris Kristofferson did that Sunday morning?
It was like nature had been reading my post from yesterday and was determined to add as much colour as she could to offset my dread of dark, dark, dark …..