3-41 morning notes

30th April 2014

The steady attention seeking of the alarm dock, the feared electric beep, ending the rule of Hypno's state of dreams and nightmares and invite the agony of the mornings ablutions. The cat crows, from the hallway, let it into the kitchen and feed it. Unconsiously, or in a state of reduced consciousness. Wash a bit, shave a bit, have a shit.

Bedroom, to find clothing. The cat, back, has left its food, amnesiac demands for more food. Give the black cats food attention, stir it up, cat silent, eats now. The tablets taken as the orders of the good doctor proscribe. Pet the cat, sit on bed, stroke its head. She is now a happy eat.

        Coat and stairs, leave the house. Cat follows.

This is yellow bag day, place the plastic waste of the last two weeks before the door to be collected. Light gray pervades this dawning day, miss all the details of the .Street in successful endeavor to reach the bus stop before the said bus leaves it.

        In front of the station is the yellow square, side length maybe ten foot, painted on the ground as a square to ostrasize smokers. The man with the hair, and the Elderly Teenager stand on its border smoking and conversing. looking in defiantly from outside the space that was to shame them.

The cafe, a fretful girl doing many things at once. She looses it and calls for her colleague. Go blog drink. silent telly shows football.

'On the platform there is a young lady of great neatness and precision in her clothing. She is wearing pink and white All stars, blue jeans and a black leather jacket. Her fair hair is stroked back in a yellow gloss ending in a ponytail tied back with a gold lamé ribbon. Her black 'handbag, black leather, contains a folder containing white paper .This folder is exactly the name shade of magenta pink as her shoes. Pink shoes, black bag, pink folder.

Than one meter seventy sample of careful precision is finished off with a pair of black-rimmed glasses of pristine cleanliness, a precisely made up face with eyes that will not catch anywhere.

If it where not shure that she was from this planet, then she would be from another...

The train leaves and drives through a landscape of desaturated colours in lightly overcast illumination of grey softness.

To meet the white lady on the Esbahn, who will talk of her work.

Supplying the firm that applies patrol boats to the Saudis with their accounts.
a massage from the prime minister of Sweden

2-41 morning notes

29th April 2014

Why does a ten year-old suddenly start running around at three in the morning to feeding a cat?

The story is simple enough. Due to internal pressures the young man had to go to the loo during the night. The slamming of  the doors led to the cats awakening . Nobody can be quite sure of what the cat thinks, but it requires food. The young man feeds it.

Twice.

The alarm seemed early today, and it was difficult to decide on whether the weather would require a parka or not. When in doubt- parka.

Leaving the house in the grey light of this morning, the church steeple in the low clouds. The LED-lit Leather shop, today a red bag.

The castle is in the clouds too, the dull grey light is interspersed with the whitish light from the mercury vapour street lamps. With their old style lantern appearance they contrast, not just in colour, with the sodium lamps that appear to float in their suspensions, glowing orange over the centre of the main street.

The man with the crutches at the bus stop, clicking his way on ahead.

good morning.

Bus.

The man with the hair, smoking, outside that square. 

Anas' S at Yorma's smiles, today is not Monday. Maybe she will be laughing by Sunday.

The train rolls through the grey light, a light that appears to solidify as it gets later, into the hemo- genic grey depression of the forming morning

1-41 morning notes

8.April 20/4.

The catsong at four, see that it is in not lockedin. No, it is food and attention it wants. leave the door open for the black pet, it hits its head to the hand that strokes it. Purrs, ¿it it content? The alarm sounding has the friendliness of familiarity and the insolence and persistence that only a machine can deliver.

Bathroom, shave, water warm and shower. Clothes and fetch the shoes from the second floor store. Quick polish, down again. Laces kaputt. Oh well. Dawn the stairs and out of the door, past the leather shop with a green handbag in the window. Through the streets, the cobblestones are-damp, the shoes slippery. The bus stop much like it was two weeks ago, before Easter, before this troublesome first day at work. The worried glance of a small woman passing, wearing headphones. The first human contact-of any kind today. Tomorrow will le the same. Or different.

good morning with a smile, before the bus comes. The driver with his gloves, to protect his hands from the dirt of the coins that he must take. White haired round faced man.

Yormas is sombre. The girl Anas used to schmile, is now all serious. Sad. It is not a job to be loved, feeding the sleep-sodden working population of committed commuters on their daily routine. A row with colleagues does not help. There grows another row

The same crowd talking as if two weeks ago.

The clock is slow, it is time to go.

Train's entire on time, the same push and jostle.

The one from the platform on the other side, opposite. The train seems to slide into the tightening, foggy, morning, towards the start of the week and the troubles of the day.. Moosburg is left for 'Freis Ing, a string of cheap stones linked on the commuters, chain.

The steady, gas-like his, of the tinnitus. making the voices of conversing men further up the train
indistinct.
listen.
instinct

Sunday, Aprilday.

Dark.
Clock.
Four.
Cat.

Pet.
Purr.

The clock falls and loses its battery.
Reload.
Beep
Five.
Cat.

Pet
Purrr.

Home.

prickly spots, back in LAndshut.

Grey light grey day.
Sleep untill the Irish mountain's memory leaves my knees.

Saturlastday in ireland

fear of belation in ork sleepdisturbed night,
up at five know not why¿disturbed?
Beep at seven politealarm irish.
¡Silence, machine!!
teeth clean toothpaste gone
wakeson pack bag,
Kitchen make coffee.
Son of brother there- since 5!
thought we would be up at five.
Mixed up- talk of work.
Breakfast son up-
Art work from talented otherson of brother.
Nice.
Pleased.
Tips for route.
Drive.

Freeday 25 April

wake to silence.Golden.
son sleep in big bed.
loo.
Kitchen.
Little nephew on the sofa.
up early.
Television on,
watches british people with british accents do silly things with british cars.
Amusing for some.
Self centered shitheaps.

Humour could be better.
Make an irish Instant by Maxwell.
Is that a silver hammer

thunderday

wakefirst allasleep, silent.
son sprawled in his bed.
grey light in window lucent,
silence spreads to the head.

wash simple, post too ra loo
teeth no toothpaste, blood,
Shave, why?nogrowth, no view,
Washstandclean, soapsud.

kitchen coffee blog
find this machine
stop the rhyming

move on, as they say here

Grey day , hills gone.
no view but the grass before the window

idem Wed, Gum day

idem wake in sons bed.
son in big bed.

Zolp.

Flu.
oxetin.
Good pills for bad people.
or
bad pills for good people.

Loo.
U knew.

put clothes on
Holiday usage.
Ugh.

Kitchen,
mistake One for her daughter.
for an instant.

Friendly greeting....
You never drank your whisky,
mind gettin rid of it?

Smell of Jame's son,
not in the morning.
discard

Apr tue twentytwo

wake from dreams
hear son go with little boy,
to play games.
Stay dreaming, it is holidays after all.
consider a shower, take a shower.
go to kitchen. instant coffee
kids in sittingroom playing with laptop.
think of wet clothes in the machine.
irish day outside

ostermon twenty fourteen Kilkenny

wake early eamon up,
goes to work, paint job.
son asleep in other bed
doze a daze
eamon goes out the door.
days of think,
sink sank away,
dreams of play.
up and dress to ra loo
Good morning greetings from the kitchen.
down the stairs lulane and breakfast.
paradise and lunch, old news.

Trevor Scott is dead.
Illy Billy Brahim has died.
Patricia has gone too.
it is the disease of the years

easter sunday 2014

up son sleep
gray day, bathroom.
Face in mirror with bloody red spots.
Teenager problems for semi geriatrix.
Looks awful.
Son still sleeps.
Coffee Instant Irish.
Strange.

Brother is up now enters greets long dog.
long dog is ha happy dog.
Brother makes breakfast.

Toast in car shape, or heart, whichever way it is turned
Sister in law up too.

Son walks in, no word goes for the milk.
Drink.
Rastafarian redhead.
Sunday holiday today
Kilkenny town today.

Chat.

saturdayEASTER

wake and shower, radio singing blunt howls of  castrated music, men wailing like small girls.
put clothes on and move. make a toast and irish Instant. Wonder.
Sister in law up and
friendly.
Son asleep.
Long dog happy.
Forget to blog
Forget tablet.

untill now.Very Late.

Holiday

five thirty nine morning notes

sleep strange and quiet.
long dog, Hope by name, barks.
brother talks
get up, son asleep
Brother up , Irish instant.
Radio on.
Long dog indignant,
her sleep spot blocked,
by a laptop computer.
Brother removes machine.
Dog turns to dog roll,
and sighs

4 thirty nine morning notes

bright light on curtains makes dim light in room.
bad taste in gob, head for bathroom.
en suite bedroom bathroom luxury.
They do that here that way.
Open window let in air,
Sun up Son gone to play with other boys
cousins.
Bright day lovely weather.
Young man on couch
Fun to be had by all.
Learning English.
playing.
Visit other brother today,

three thirty nine morning notes

sleep welcome deep.
son sleeps in friends room.
tidy bed, find clothing.
son in, finds clothes\
children watching sheep films.
tinny has gone for a walk.
El swear.


holidaz inconsequent
routine broken
some relief

visit today

two thirty nine mornig notes

small boy in room, waking son.
son pretends to sleep.
his bed is in a tangle.
Small box wants to play.
Son wants to sleep.
Straighten blanket.
Both get up and go.
Bathroom Kitchen
Irish Cereal breakfast



holiday inactivity
work, room 2055, the train,the pain gain distance.
nice

one thirty-nine morning notes

wake into the day with the light,
on the curtained windows.
smaller insomnia,tooraloo,
back to bed.
Son up, bathroom, back to the warmer bed,
with inmate to cuddle.
brothers son comes in,
"where is he?":
looks at empty bed.
Son jumps out of hiding place
they both go off together.
One thousand miles away from bus, train,
early rising and work.

sunday monalour

six in the morning Irish wakening
means there was a sleep deep
in a different place, different people
no work next week
Relax
back to sleep.
Little boy comes in
wakes son with a grin.

all slept well
holiday
Cat and wife
alone at home
happy too!

easter irish

cat disturbs catatonia.
Anticatatonic cat!
five in the morning, politely requesting food.
Cleans its teeth on the bedside lamp-
left side right side purrrrr.
feed it, old tin, cat disgusted.
Vomits.
Filthy animal!
irresponsible human!

Get the mobile working-
it works again.
Nusim aldi, cont axe gon.
things to be said for those old fashioned adressbooke with pencil, paper, and the odd doodle.
ba to be and slee.
Ireland flight today.
need 4 speed
need 2 pack

feed cat again, fresh food

Purr.
Sweet little thing
ahhhhhhh

5-38 morning notes

beep beep beep
bippetybippetybip-OFF.
Tacs accountant at 7:30.
Chore.
Take time rising
son up
clothes on
cold coffee
son makes coffee
hot coffee
cat ill and quiet.
poor old animal
son up early
loo la pilly
blog
coffee
will leave house at seven

4-38 morning notes

the slab-shaped alarm honks and blinks in the dark trying to make the day break.
Zelda joins in.
Me ow beep me beep ow beep Me   (and so on).
Self Feed fluoxetin pill, feed cat german mitsi-cat catfood.
cat slobbers happily.
 go to bath shower and forget shaving.
Realise that Augustiner stuff is really fattening.
Dress and make coffee, feed cat again to shut it up.
Listen to the rain pissing down on the skylight.

Coffee and bread for breakfast.
Go to street go tocar.
Take the forbidden shortcut, listen to the radio today.
Motorway madness in the dark.
Go slow and try not to get infected

Room 2055 is waiting

3-38 Morning notes

sleeping soundly awoken by the alarm after what felt like a sleepless night.
Il gato is there, black and purring. Lights on .  Sound of a gas jet in the ear.
feed Zelda.
Bathroom shower pooh! shave .
Bedroom clothes
Kitchen bialetti, coffee.
Forget the tablet.
Error.

A car day today, drink a cup at home
Stroke the cat, Zelda il gato.

walk to the car. Drive through the forbidden streets, it is five forty five.
Make it to work by six fifteen.
After a quiet slow smooth drive.
Room 2055
20ff

2-38 morning notes

8.4.2014

There is no trusting trashy alarm docks. This one is working again, after a night of clock checks. The cat cuddles, is very active today. Shower. Shave ¿ Clothes ? The cat circles, feedit and gather those things needed for the day.

There is a small mouse at the bus stop, hunting for crumbs. There is little traffic, and the birds are everywhere.. Gutn morgen arrives, and the woman with the white hair and coat steams past, cigarette held to the mouth with one hand and cardboard coffee cup in the other. Morning ritual to go. People going past one in a hurry. They are walking very smartly. In flat shoes and skinny trousers,

The bus driver has his girlfriend standing beside him-today, chatting away.

The statian is unrounded by bicycles, they are more, and less worn, every year. The young man atYormas is so very polite and helpful, he in probably looking for a job in the Ritz.

Mosaic Maker and her friends are a few minutes early today. She has cut her hair, or had it cut. Short at the sides, long on top. The long bits held with an elastic band.

The butter brazen is not the freshest, pretty ancient actually. Blog untill six, then go to the platform. As the train comes in, wonder at all those rushing about the-platform trying to find a spot tram_s-where the door will be when the train stops. It is different every time. Such sport to be had for those to whom that kind of thing is important. As the morning heightens the clouds of this overcast day became visible. Sombre daylight. 

1-38 morning notes

7.4. 20/4

A birds alarm call, the cat croaks outside. The cat is too slow, too old. Lucky bird.

The alarm clock failed. It cannot by any means be five to eight in the evening. The thing is gone bonky. It is late. -

Bird sing everywhere outside. It is really late, get the clothes on, there is no real hurry now:

The bus stop has a bus standing in front of it. It is a number four bus, a hind of orbital bus. It circles about the town once before it gets to where it is going to. A waste of time. Wait ten minutes and the bus number one comes along, get my ticket and go.. The train is delayed, Yorma's is quiet today, Anastasia has nothing to smile about apparently. Not even that works.

        The train waits in the station, The announcer says that there is a fault in a level crossing.. At Bruch berg, the train stops, blows its horn in honor of the defective crossing, and moves on slowly. The fault must be there. There are hundreds of cars waiting to cross. Ten minutes late. It does not really matter.

Mooshurg is uneventful, as always. It may well be an entirely uneventful town. Quiet anyhow. The warm weather has left the fields in a dark spring green, and the trees, bare last week, are sprouting now. It is a foggy morning, ihe a romantic painting. People on bicycles riding into Freising. Not on horses, an bicycles. The train change in Fry sing is uneventful, there are no many young people, hurrying, talking on their big flat mobile bones, with stressed faces, leaving their trains. hurrying for the bus, adjusting their scarves. All aboard, the driver announces a ten-minute delay.

Leaving Fry sing the dawn thins the mornings fog. This is hanging low over the fields, as they give up their warmth and dampness to the cold air.

Today will be really late, but that is not very important. The unliveable late for their inactivity. 

greyday

grey light from window, no rain.
Bells all tonkel-tinkle nose tingle.
Sneeze, earwhistler, some pain,
Cat feed, go bathroom do stinkle,
Sunday son up, cat fed, insane!
Television junkie, "uhrmeister zifferle"
The news tells of the worlds pain,
Australian hunter's chinese riddle.

Reporters death,
Bloodied tools,
The lost aircraft, still lost.

the world is a serious place

Sat Apr 5 9:01:56 AM

the complaining cat at early six,
hops on the bed, makes sounds,
milkily trampling the humans bowels,
enticing away from the view of the Styx,

needs attention, wants feeding, ¡now!
in the kitchen the tin is emptied,
the cats temper is unsatisfied,
feline contumely ends in a human bow


The cat at eight
is unwell
and vomits

end of what might have been a great start to the day

5-37 morning notes

sleep is good for elderly mammals
cats people and so forth.
Youngsters like it too.
Relaxation and sleep are bad for Tinny,
Tinny tiny tussi now!
Son to school
wife back to bed
Grey day

later get up
make coffee

Sick leave today.

away from that place where the incompetent are aided by the arrogant.

Nepotistic

4-37 morning notes

silence the clock

sleep on

sons alarm clock beeps

son up

sun up

no work today

no bus no cafe

two days off work

Doctor.

3-37 morning notes

2.4. 20/4

The insistent animal is on track and groaning before five. "five minutes beforehand. Feed at five, tablet bathroom shower.. Find clothing and leave. The cat slips out into the street too, and heads down the road to the new market. Black cat by lamplight on a cobbled street..

The town is deserted, at the stop the birds can be heard singing over the traffic and the small girl with the ears on her hat passes in earnest conversation with her large girlfriend. Chatter, chatter.

gulin Morgan, and the same for the bus driver. He is in a big hurry, running one minute ahead of time. Hamas is deserted, almost. Perhaps nobody wants to use the train after gladrags accident and ensuing delay:

alter the usual standard everyday breakfast,. walk with the crowd, coffee in hand.

To the train, rolling in already. It rolls past and needs chasing down the platform. Perhaps the driver is not quite as awake as he could be.

With a crunch and a jerk the second part of the train couples to the first. This happens everyday but the sudden noise and motion surprises the passengers anew every day.

The two girls across the way talk incessantly All the way to Moostuvg

Chatter Chatter Moan advise complain and laughter. 

2-37 morning notes

01.04.2014

an awakening due to the clock, with clear memories of earlier awakenings on the cusps of the waves of commonn unconscousness.

light on and return to sleep. Stupid thing to do.

By dint of high speed leave the house on time. That is not the way to do it.

Return to take up the forgotten item, the small container with change for the driver of the bus. 

Good morning at the bus stop, a few others there today. The birds are in full song, probably because of the street lighting. They cannot all be nightingales.

        The bus driver andl the good morning lady have their differences over the change out of the given money. It is a matter of twenty cents.

        Upon arrival at the station see that there is a congregation at the notice board. The track just before Freising has been blocked..

Maybe  an accident,-maybe a suicide. There are many people were just standing and waiting at

the announcement board' in sheer sheepish disbelief. Open mouthed, incomprehension of the written facts. THIS TRAIN will not go TO WHERE YOU WANT it To go TO . Gawp.

        Butterhrayen met cafay, yourmagirl flustered to the verge of unfriendliness. People eat more when they are under stress. The usual people at the table, and they caitch their usual train. despite the fact that it is not going to where they want to go to.

        "Wait for a train later. There is no hurry. An empty local train is better than an overful express going nowhere.

        The announcement in the train repeats the story of the blocked track between Langebach and Freisiny. At Mooseburg the same story.

The local train is peaceful and slow. Ind empty The speakers say there will be Busses. They also say that they do not know when. It is later today and things are different.

Leave the train at Langenbach, and join the hundreds of other people waiting for the busses, from the earlier trains.
This day has begun badly, there is great room for improvement.