They Seek Him Here……
Concealed like a latter day Lord Lucan, inspiration has thus far skilfully evaded my grasp on this grey West Yorkshire morning.
I assume it isn’t concealing itself for the same reasons as Lucan, ie avoiding police questions about the murder of his nanny. However, if you are on the run inspiration, and you’re reading this, I appeal for you to give yourself up.
After all, look what happened to the disgraced peer!…… Actually, no one does know what happened to him………… Errrrr, anyway I’d still urge you give yourself up!
Skills at concealment vary from person to person. For instance, Lord Lucan and my inspiration appear to have achieved accomplished levels of evasiveness.
On the flip side, last night on TV I watched an episode of the comedy Father Ted where, during a game of ‘hide and seek’ in a caravan, one of the feckless priests chose to secrete himself behind window curtains. Unfortunately for him, the curtains only covered his top half resulting in him being easier to find than my elusive inspiration.
Still on the topic of keeping things under wraps, yesterday I was passed a gym where I couldn’t help notice a grey vest top fighting valiantly to secure a buxom lady’s modesty. It must be said, this 90% cotton and 10% polyester garment (I could see the washing instruction label) undertook its duty with such stoicism and tenacity that it deserves a Congressional Medal…… I’ll nominate it as soon as I’m released from this cell.
Inspiration. Inspiration. Where for art thou inspiration?
In the book The Scarlet Pimpernel, Baroness Emmuska Orczy penned the following words about the enigmatic eponymous hero “They seek him here, they seek him there. Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in heaven or is he in hell? That damned elusive Pimpernel.”
I don’t really know where I’m going with my thoughts on the baroness’ words. Well, apart from to highlight that history also had it’s fair share of people who were bloody hard to locate.
Although with the Scarlet Pimpernel being a fictional character, this tome, set in revolutionary France, isn’t a great example of what I’m attempting to relate about historic concealment !
Of course my inspiration isn’t a person. As with the character born from Baroness Emmuska Orczy’s fertile mind, you’re unlikely to bump into either at the meat counter at Sainsburys (they are both vegetarians).
Will 2nd February 2017 be a day when I’m foiled from penning a narrative due to the mischievous disappearance of my normally reliable cohort?
As a lad, my dad once said to me “Bereft of inspiration you are nothing! Without it there’s no existential tropism to evolve as a metaphysical being. Inspiration questions the ontological theories paucity, subsequently restricting your dialectic propensity.”
I didn’t have a f***ing clue what he meant; particularly as I was only 8 years old and it was a response to me asking him if he’d take us the Leeds match on the following Saturday!….. Happily, we did go to the match on the Saturday, although I got a warning at school the following week for my excessive use of the word dialetic.
Right it looks as though inspiration isn’t going to return any time soon, the wee scamp……. Until tomorrow!