AUTHENTIC ARGUMENT

Photo by John and Margaret

WEDNESDAY 20 MAY 2020

 

  I thought I would indulge in some flash fiction today.

The photograph is a picture I snapped in a theatre Margaret and I visited in Stratford-upon-Avon, five years ago. The bust that is central to this display is of course the immortal bard surrounded by colourful costumes. There is a small fountain tinkling away in the foreground giving some wonderful atmospheric sound effects.

Supposing, just supposing, the great playwright came back to life and applied to act the leading role in a production of one of his plays.

 

AUTHENTIC ARGUMENT

by John Yeo

A letter received by a would-be Hamlet.

THE AUTHENTIC SHAKESPEARE COMPANY

Stratford-Upon-Avon.

Dear Sir.

 We are pleased to inform you that your application to play Hamlet in our current production has been successful. In view of your extensive past experience of playing this role, and the excellent performance you treated us to at the interview. Please report to the director at the theatre next Wednesday morning, where you will meet the rest of the cast.

Yours faithfully,

Jonathon Milton

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Wednesday at the Authentic theatre

  ‘Hello Luvvies, wonderful to meet you all, I am here to replace your leading man, I hear he is not very well, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m William! I understand if we have a successful informal rehearsal first, then we can have a full dress rehearsal this afternoon.’

    ‘That’s right William, Grab a stool and start following the lines when we begin. You were very impressive during the interview, everyone was amazed at the way you read your lines from memory. Although there were a few anomalies and variations from the script. Nothing we can’t iron out though. After all, we don’t want to change the words of the immortal bard.’

    Later in the pub, the talk is all about the wonderful, trouble free rehearsal of the morning and the full dress rehearsal to follow, this afternoon.

    ‘William please  have another good home brewed stout! Sorry they don’t serve sack here, perhaps if we ask them to order some especially for you, then you can enjoy it while you are working here!’

     ‘Fine thanks! I won’t have another drink now. If I drink too much then I will be heady this afternoon.’ Replied William.

    Back at the theatre, William is shown to the star’s dressing room. ‘Here are your costumes made to an authentic Elizabethan design. Good job you are the same build as our previous leading man. The makeup artist will be along shortly.’

     ‘WHAT! I was under the impression this was an authentic production. You have even altered the original words out of all recognition. I know the author, William Shakespeare would never have applied modern day makeup. I am not a circus clown man!  I would like to see the Director.’  Shouted William irritability. ‘Get him at once!’

    ‘Yes Sir!’ said the stage hand.

   The Director arrived and was stunned to hear about this turn of events.

   William shouted at him, before he could open his mouth.  “If I’m expected to  mouth incomplete sentences and words that have been subtly altered, then to have this muck applied to my face, then I refuse to play the part. It’s bad enough that the original play has been altered forever over the centuries.’

  The Director scratched his head and firmly replied, ‘Are you mad? This play is a word-for-word adaptation from the Folger library, based on the First Folios. Now I suggest you get your coat and clear off back to where you came from!’

  William was taken aback by this attitude and as he was putting his coat on he shouted,  ‘I will refer this non-authenticity to the trades description department of the Lord Chancellor’s Office.’

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AFTERNOON TEA

AFTERNOON TEA

by John Yeo

MONDAY 18th MAY 2020

AFTERNOON TEA

I thought I would display a photograph of a varied bone china tea set that we were served with, in a delightful little tea shop In

town. We love the authenticity of drinking tea from bone china.

The presence of a tea strainer suggests there are authentic tea leaves in the pot. This is another aspect of the ritual having tea that has sadly gone to the dogs with the universal introduction of tea bags.

Looking closely at the tea set, it becomes clear that not one of the pieces actually match. They are obviously a mismatch of various tea sets that have been put together randomly. I love the teapotwith the birds and butterflies, this was probably from an expensive tea set that suffered breakages of individual pieces over the years and it now lives with the remains of several other tea sets. I wonder if the proprietors of this tea shop rescued these individual pieces from charity shops and jumble sales.

I hesitate to think how many people have enjoyed afternoon tea from these separate pieces over the years and under what circumstances. There must be a thousand gallons of water and washing up liquid and gallons of tea that have passed through and gently caressed the delicate surfaces. Every cup tells a story.

THE MIRACLE OF LIFE

by John Yeo

A tiny spark of dormancy waits for revival,

Encased in a fuzzy cloud of mundanity.

When time and the mixture of conditions allow

Growth begins from within the uncertainty.

A creation of beauty is coming slowly together.

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The beauty and the perils that await the entity,

As a fragile life becomes stronger with time.

The magical moment when a muddle of words

Takes a solid shape in a rough draft outline.

A creation shaped slowly with poetical guidance.

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Words encased with fine vibrancy, line by line.

Ringing through the portals of the poets mind.

The entity that grew from a shapeless design.

A thing of beauty with strength and fluidity

Produced and nurtured from a tiny seedling.

A vision; then the growth of beauty in words.

 

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THE MIRACLE OF LIFE

THE MIRACLE OF LIFE

by John Yeo

A tiny spark of dormancy waits for revival,

Encased in a fuzzy cloud of mundanity.

When time and the mixture of conditions allow

Growth begins from within the uncertainty.

A creation of beauty is coming slowly together.

~

The beauty and the perils that await the entity,

As a fragile life becomes stronger with time.

The magical moment when a muddle of words

Takes a solid shape in a rough draft outline.

A creation shaped slowly with poetical guidance.

~

Words encased with fine vibrancy, line by line.

Ringing through the portals of the poets mind.

The entity that grew from a shapeless design.

A thing of beauty with strength and fluidity

Produced and nurtured from a tiny seedling.

A vision; then the growth of beauty in words.

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OUTFOXED

by John Yeo

A prompt response to the weekly Friday prompt from ‘What the Pegman Saw.’ A weekly writing prompt to write a story in 150 words based on a different photograph from Google maps.

Joey was acting as a gambler, a man who would bet on anything that moved or resulted in a half predictable result. Joey had met a man in a bar in downtown Providence. Clarke Ball was an avid entrepreneur who was heavily involved in the cruel sport of cockfighting. A deal was in the offing. Clarke was pushing Joey to buy a Rhode Island Red cockerel.

‘You can’t go wrong with this local bird, you put the money up and we split the winnings. Of course you, as the owner will take most, I’ll handle the arrangements for a small percentage.’

Later the two men met on the outskirts of town, Clarke pulled a box off his van. Joey took one look, then turned to his new friend and pulled out his police ID.

‘I’m arresting you for promoting illegal cockfighting.’

Joey had outfoxed another foxy villain

(148 WORDS)

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NO EXCUSE

NO EXCUSE

by John Yeo

People are passing away here
The graphs tell a frightening story
The media screams in mortal dread
When a lockdown becomes mandatory.
This new deadly virus spreads rapidly
Infecting the populace everywhere
The daily toll mounts, life is cheap now
Our prospects are extremely unclear.

My determination for living today,
Rests firmly in the here and now,
Margaret, will always be my best friend
With me sharing every step of the way.
We face the rigours of age and decay
With no other weapons but our faith.
Faith that my wife and I will survive
And overcome anything in our way.

Our families touch our lives always
Entwined and part of us both.
As we face this pandemic together
With love and acceptance to all.
My soulmate and I came together,
We built our lives with tender care.
I look for her and knowingly smile
Whenever I turn round she’s there.

This new deadly virus spreads rapidly
Infecting the populace everywhere
The daily toll mounts, life is cheap now
Our prospects are extremely unclear.
We tackle this new plague together
Without regret, fear or despair.
We need no excuse for each other
Acceptance will always be here.

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RHUBARB, RHUBARB, RHUBARB

TUESDAY 12th MAY 2020

RHUBARB, RHUBARB, RHUBARB

by John Yeo

   I was musing to myself whilst I was hard at work on the allotment today. How can an institution own a plant that was purchased by someone who had rented an allotment. I have grown and nurtured many plants on my allotment over the years, including perennial plants such as Rhubarb, Raspberry bushes, Gooseberry bushes and even my healthy Asparagus plants. These will grow on for many years to come, for example Asparagus is expected to last for 20 years.

   One of my Rhubarb plants had sadly passed away. I can’t think of a reason why this should suddenly happen, the plant just suddenly shrivelled and died. I did grow some large Globe Artichokes quite close to this plant and I have a sneaking suspicion these may have been responsible for my wonderfully healthy Rhubarb plants early demise. Globe Artichokes are greedy feeders and they may have starved the Rhubarb of essential nourishment and moisture.

 My wife is quite clever at making different types of Rhubarb crumble and several other tart, tasty Rhubarb dishes. I bought a couple of replacement plants from a local garden centre, but to my surprise, neither of them took to this position in the garden at all.

 I think it must be some anomaly within the soil. I persevered and dug in copious amounts of fertiliser without any success. One of the two plants seemed to just give up the ghost and the other just about feebly stayed alive, but no edible stalks appeared. I put this down to the fact it was probably because it was the first year of growth and perhaps I was being a bit too impatient.

  I remember ten years ago, a good friend of mine had some surplus Rhubarb plants and offered one to me, if I dug it up. I of course said, ‘Yes’. Then followed a strenuous couple of hours work as I began to tackle the job of digging up a well established Rhubarb plant. I never envisaged just how large and thick this Rhubarbs root system would be. It was like removing an Oak tree, by digging it up by the roots. Anyway perseverance made the day and I was left with this huge root. I then began the process of division, using a sharp spade to chop the root into sections. I was pleased to finish the job with six separate pieces of root that all grew into healthy plants quite quickly. Looking back, I think over the years, one of these sections had grown into the plant that had recently sadly died.

 I noticed some extremely healthy Rhubarb plants growing on a nearby allotment, where the tenants had given up and moved on.

When I enquired whether it would be possible to retrieve one of these plants as nobody was obviously working on the allotment this year. I was informed that they had become the property of the landlord. However another friend donated a rooted Rhubarb plant that hopefully will go some way to rewarding us with a crop next year.

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SPRING DECISIONS

SUNDAY 10th MAY 2020

SPRING DECISIONS

   We’ve been holding back from putting any plants in the ground on the allotment, due to the adverse weather conditions we’re experiencing, and are forecast for the next few days. The above collage shows some of the healthy looking plants Margaret and I have grown from seed and nurtured. We have baby Kale, Tomatoes, Leeks, Runner Beans, Beetroot, and many more tiny seedlings growing strongly. The larger green plantlets in the picture are Courgettes, looking  extraordinarily healthy. Last year, for some unknown reason, our Courgettes weren’t very successful. Usually we have a glut of wonderful Courgettes that threaten to grow into quite large marrows. We usually give some of these excess fruits away. Margaret was puzzling about how to use them until she discovered a recipe for Courgette cake. This turned out to be relatively easy to make and tasted delicious. We plan to take a chance and plant the Courgettes and Kale on this coming Thursday, although they will still require protection from any late frost. It would be tragic if we lost any of our tender plants to Jack Frost.

A WALK IN THE PARK

TUESDAY 5th MAY 2020

A WALK IN THE PARK

I snapped these photographs of a pair of nesting swans on a visit to the park last year. This set me thinking of the swans who congregate in this beautiful place. This nest was situated on a tiny island in a man-made lake at the centre of the park.

This lake attracts many wildfowl drawn by the certainty of a free meal. There’s a wooden structure packed with bags of duck food and an honesty box where one can place money. A price list is attached and the system seems to work.

People feed the birds mainly from the shore of the lake where the food is on sale. A variety of waterfowl vie for these free meals.

I spotted canada geese. mallard ducks, large white geese and a sprinkling of moorhens and of course quite a few swans. The waterfowl were hugely outnumbered by large aggressive seagulls, who swooped down and greedily stole food literally from the beaks of the ducks and geese.

I have never seen so many gulls screeching and clamouring, aggressively attacking the far larger waterfowl in competition for the free food. There was a small bridge near the island, where our swan in the photograph above was sitting on her nest, cautiously guarded by the cob swan, amid the clamour of the feeding frenzy that was taking place nearby.

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MARIGOLDS

by John Yeo

THURSDAY 7th MAY 2020

MARIGOLDS

The above photograph is a week old photograph of me working on the allotment. It looks as if I’m removing some Marigolds. I like having the colour and continuity of Marigolds as well as the fact they have a useful function of deterrence.

Apparently Marigolds attract hoverflies who love eating the aphids that breed ferociously and love eating our Brassicas. Some of these English Marigolds look beautiful and brighten up the allotment. However they self seed profusely and spread widely and wildly, consuming all the water and nourishment that the food plants need.

I always think Marigolds look a lot like the Dandelions we treat as weeds on the allotment and remove without hesitation. On impulse I looked up both on the internet and came up with this interesting fact..

‘The largest family of flowering plants is the ubiquitous sunflower family (Asteraceae or Compositae). … Familiar common names, such as daisies, Marigolds, zinnias, gazanias, chrysanthemums, Dandelions, thistles, ragweeds, sagebrush, cosmos and dahlias all belong to this family.’
Dandelions are also quick to spread and use any available space and resources. I guess this is one meaning of the old adage. ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.’

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