I turned my eye from the glistening gyre And found the gas wouldn't spring to fire.
They don't shut the water off here Chris. You can freeze to death, but they won't let you die of thirst. Cunningly, when you can't pay the gas and electric they install a pre-payment meter - but then you can't afford the 'expensive rate for the poor'. My guess is it has been much worse than most people know for more than a few years. The key thing missing is jobs that mean anything, and these have been missing since I left the shipyards in 1982. One can feel the growing violent gloom around here. Excellent piece of prose by the way. On 26 Feb, 09:01, frantheman <[email protected]> wrote: > ... And darkness and gloom covered the land, and there was much chaos > and despair, and wars and rumours of wars, and pestilence and market > collapse. > And I was downcast and like unto despair. > Then a voice spoke from the heavens and said: > "Rejoice and be glad, for it could be worse!" > > And I rejoiced and was glad ... > and it got worse ... > > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1loyjm4SOa0 > > Francis > > On 25 Feb., 22:34, Chris Jenkins <[email protected]> wrote: > > > It's happening, slowly but surely. I'm watching with creeping dread, > > and wondering how we'll hold on. I remember reading about the Great > > Depression, seeing the black and white photos, and pondering what > > parents did. Now I know. I thought it was just me, and now as I share > > my struggles with my friends, all of us appear to be in the same > > place. Cars falling further behind on maintenance, bills creeping > > further behind, and a haunting sense of desperation as personal crises > > become more and more untenable. > > > How then do we offer hope to our children, when the outstanding > > balances are twice what the check is, when the water's been cut off > > this week, and the power's close behind? I'm no creature of > > extravagance, having adopted a frugal lifestyle two years ago as the > > tide of the economy began to turn, attempting to stave off what was > > coming. No car payment, no jaunts to the pub, no fancy electronic > > toys, yet other bills rush to take their place. How then do I fight > > the creeping horror that threatens to engulf my very concept of > > tomorrow? > > > Suits with fat fingers crush fat cigars with self congratulatory > > smiles as they spend more money then I'll ever see in my life, and I'm > > counting quarters to cop some mac and cheese to feed my beautiful > > brood for one more night. Sing to me beautiful cliches of bright > > tomorrows to drift to sleep on tonight, to find reason to wake another > > morning. I'm afraid I'm all out of hope. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/Minds-Eye?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
