I’ve had a post partially written on New Zealand’s ‘race debate’ sitting open on my computer for the past few days. However, it is stubbornly refusing to be finished.
Instead, I give you this very amateur home video filmed by me on my ancient digital camera and put together on iMovie, with much reference to online tutorials.
It was filmed on Tuesday of this week just gone.
Today the fog is lying over the harbour. It puts me in the mind of one of my favourite poems, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T. S. Eliot and this stanza in particular:
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
And my favourite line of the poem:
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
Go and read the whole poem…