- The Cape Town Postcard -
A few years ago during a typical, lively, boozy evening in the parish of St
John's Wood, where I used to live at No.66 on the infamous road
that is called Abbey, a 'learned graphologist' was invited by some good friends
of mine to analyze their handwriting. ("He sought in
graphology indications of capacity and disposition.") - I was told later by the
hostess, that, as fate will have it, while refilling his
glass, the 'LG' caught sight of a postcard on the table. A postcard that I had
rough-scrawled in a state of some.... and posted to her from
South Africa where I was on vacation. As you do, when you are.
Anyway, apparently grimacing intently over said missive, he suddenly declared
with much excitement . . "Ye Gods and little fishes WHO on
earth is this person?", or words to that effect. He then proceeded to analyze
every loop, slant, cross and dot. Bear with me I will get to
the point but methinks this true tale is more fun with a whaddyacallit...
preamble? So. . .
The various proclamations of the learned graphologist were carefully noted and
written down by the kindly hostess. And it came to pass upon
my return to London she showed me said notes. There were a dozen or so
observations. I began, with an eyebrow raised and a wry smile, to
read down the list. Among the various generalities I saw - 'very creative',
'powers of observation', 'diplomatic as a means to an end',
'preference for the colour blue', 'over blown sense of own importance',
'fantastic lover' etc. (OK. I made that one up). I read on down and
arrived at the penultimate sentence. I paused, I blinked and read it again,
then I read it again. The sentence was, "I would not like to
live in this person's mind for more than ten minutes!" - I forget what
followed. Well you would wouldn't you? I went back and reread, "I
would not like to live in this person's mind for more than ten minutes!" He
wouldn't... No, he would not. Indeed!
After some consideration, on balance (Ha Ho), I had/have to agree with the L
G'ist that, without the benefit of my unique mixture of nature
and nurture, given the choice, which you may well presume that I have, though
you'd be wrong; I'll tell you - My mind is often not a
comfortable place to dwell. Vocation Mews... Starfire Avenue... Hypocrisy
Street...Wake-Up Alley... Gruesome Gardens... Gnostic Grove... Doh
Drive... Lowlife Heights... Triangle Square... AND YET - And at last here comes
the point. Dear Jon has not just 'lived in my mind' for a
mere ten minutes. He has spent months, seasons, eons in there. I am amazed,
humbled, amused, fused, grateful and perhaps most importantly
often reawakened by his labour of love. Thank you Jon.
Peter Sinfield. Aldeburgh UK. Christmas 2000.
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