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Sunday, September 24, 2006

ANOTHER BIT OF ... WELL, JUST ARIEL'S STUFF, I GUESS.

I don't suppose any of you remember now, but that what I used to call my blog: Ariel's Stuff, and I wonder if I ought to revert to that. ( Not revert back, as I see so often in here. ) Another patronising little slap on the wrist for those dudes, and dudesses; the kind of people who think something... well, quite nice is awesome!!! Anyway, today, lady Ariela and I are out to lunch with a Dutch/Welsh couple, and we've got other calls to make after, so I guess I ( at least ) will be on my knees... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

MORE OF ARIEL'S STUFF, A CONTINUATION OF " THE LOVERS "

This story, which I've split into shorter parts, is set in 1974. The Lovers, part four. The Pilgrimage, part one. Jane awoke in the womb of the night, and she lay wide-awake and wide eyed in the wash of moonlight through the bedroom window. She lay for a while, gazing out of the window at the soaring, saurian, craggy peaks of Spain: slumbering in the moon-washed night, dreaming their sierran dreams, while the breeze serenaded the almond trees about the house. A sound had broached her slumber,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

BLASTED MOGGIES!! WHO'D 'AVE 'EM, EH?

Today, a little light relief from all that heavy emotional short story stuff. ( But there will be more. Much more! ) 'cos, well, I guess that's the sort of stuff I write. Don't ask me why the poem's in double spacing, without verses, 'cos I haven't the faintest idea. Maybe you oughta ask Blogit. Next time, a further episode of " The Lovers " The Cat Furry creature, sleek and feline: kith of panther, kin of lion, on my couch in slumber lying half in your world, half in mine. In my world, you... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

ARIEL THANKS ALL HIS BLOGIT FRIENDS FOR THEIR SUPPORT. PART 3 OF THE LOVERS

We’ve just got back from seeing our late legal hombre in Viñuela, where we had to sort out a problem with our holiday rental house in a nearby village; which I’ll tell you about some other time. It’s a classic case of “ Well, this is Spain, innit? ” I am very grateful for your supportive comments, my friends, and I guess I shall be around for a while, but maybe not as active as I’d like to be. You are all very precious to me, you know. I hope you enjoy this part of “ The Lovers”. The Lovers,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

THIS IS A RATHER SAD AND DISILLUSIONED BIT OF ARIEL'S STUFF TODAY

As you may – or probably haven’t! – noticed, I haven’t been very active in Blogit lately. This is partly because I really do have a surprisingly full social life, ( considering that we live in the back of beyond!) There are a hell of a lot of British moving into this area now, and we do meet some nice people; but we both feel “ Oh, hell, I don’t want any more friends! ” When we put on a housewarming party at our holiday rental house ( The link’s in my sidebar ) Lady Ariela made a list of our... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

ATMOSPHERE, LOVE, SADNESS, MOURNING, JOY. A BIT MORE OF ARIEL'S STUFF

The writer is exhorted always to write of events, of people, or of things that one knows; things that impress with their power or beauty, amuse, or move one in some other fashion. If one abides by this golden rule, and has a modicum of writing skills, then one can hardly fail to create a thing of interest to others. In the six years that I have lived in Spain, I have come to know – and have fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with – the Andalucian landscape in all its various moods. It is... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

CONTINUING MY SPANISH THEME

I'm still not feeling a hundred percent, and as always, I'm very busy, so please bear with me for not having ackowledged all your kind comments; truth is that I've spent hardly any time in Blogit lately. but I'm sure that you all know how much I value your continuing support. This story -- the first one that I ever wrote, and had published in Britain ( and later in Spain )-- is the first part of a trilogy, and I shall post the other two parts in the near future. It is a repost, and I post it... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

ANOTHER BIT OF ARIEL'S ROMANTIC FOOD FOR THE SOUL. A SEQUEL

GRACIAS MI INGLES Sequel to “ The Party ” This is, for me, the most interesting and intriguing story that I have ever written; for it is true, as Isabel believes, that the narrator of the story is not a fictional character, but the author himself. It was at the party in my story, “ The Party ”, that I first saw the young girl that I call Isabel, and all the events recounted actually happened; and the emotions expressed by the narrator were mine. I see Isabel occasionally, usually with her... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 11, 2006

NEED A BIT OF ROMANCE AND PASSION? TRY THIS, IT HAS NO KNOWN SIDE-EFFECTS!

You’ll find this post a bit long, I guess: about 1,600 words, but I hope you’ll read it right through, and if you do, you’ll see why I am so reluctant to split it into shorter parts. As you’ll see the story’s about powerfully felt emotions, and atmosphere, so it doesn’t really lend itself to being separated. It’s one of my stories that has come to exert a powerful grip on my imagination, and when I post the sequel, I’ll explain why. I hope you’ll enjoy it, my friends. The Party The Andalucian... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

1941. A TIMELY REPOST

I did not post anything for the last few days for a variety of reasons, and I had imagined that the Blogit cyberspace would be humming with pieces on 9/11. I know that many of you balk at reading long post, but please read this through to the end; in this time of poignant memories, it might just give you a fresh perspective on current international perils. Deo voluntatis, I have reached my 75 th birthday, and any who have lived a life equivalent in length to mine have witnessed numerous world... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 6, 2006

YOU'VE HAD "THE CHAIRS", NOW TRY THE LAST PART OF " TABLES" it's good!

Reading the putative new teacher’s curriculum vita, and observing him surreptitiously from the periphery of her vision, Miss Nugent felt a twinge of depression. Really, he seemed to be totally unfitted for the rigours of life as a teacher in the orphanage, but she sighed and laid her reading glasses aside. But it was a case of any port in a storm now: now that her last teacher, Mr Baxter, had married and gone to live in Yorkshire somewhere. “ Or was it Northumberland? ” she wondered. Wherever it... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 5, 2006

YOU'VE HAD THE CHAIRS, NOW TRY " TABLES " A NAUGHTY LITTLE REPOST

Haven’t been feeling too good this last week or so, so I haven’t done much reading in here, but I would like to thank you all for your comments. Life remains hectic, and to cap it all, I’ve been asked to write regularly for another magazine; this one a new fortnightly English-language one, published in Granada. I just can’t resist saying “ Yes!”. I mean, a new outlet’s always welcome, isn’t it? Ah well, tomorrow, who knows? Might feel on top of the world; might feel like the proverbial. Miss... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 3, 2006

BUY A HOUSE IN SPAIN, YOU DUNNO WHAT YOU'LL ENCOUNTER. FINAL PART

The Chairs Feeling like two children scrumping apples, or felons in the dark windy night, they loaded the chairs into their van, and drove up into the mountains, where they had noticed a sort of unofficial rubbish tip, and they hurriedly dumped the chairs on a pile of old mattresses and household rubbish. June gave a little shriek, as she saw the long lances of headlights approaching in the distance, and she leapt into the van, fumbling with the ignition key. David laughed, and putting on an... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 2, 2006

BUY A HOUSE IN SPAIN, YOU DUNNO WHAT YOU'LL ENCOUNTER PART THREE

June was first out of bed the next morning, and yawning and stretching, she staggered into the kitchen in her short cotton nightdress, looking as if she’d been blown up. And not with nice clean dynamite, either: no, it looked as if really poor quality black powder had done the job, and she began to make coffee. Then, as her bleary eyes focused on the terrace, she first went rigid with shock and anger, and her face flushed a hectic red. Her blue eyes blazing, she strode back into the bedroom, and... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 1, 2006

BUY A HOUSE IN SPAIN, YOU DUNNO WHAT YOU'LL ENCOUNTER! part two.

Seeing June’s odd expression, David put his arms around her, and heard a faint scuffling sound behind him. “ Mice?” He said “ Hey! Come, on they’re only chairs, doll. Still, if you feel that way about it, don’t worry, I’ll dispose of them as soon as possible. OK?” “ Good. Thanks.” When, later on that day, David asked Antonio, the Spanish goatherd, if he wanted the chairs, Antonio laughed uproariously, and slapped him on the back. By means of many gestures, and much mangled Espanglese, he said –... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

BUY A HOUSE IN SPAIN ... YOU DUNNO WHAT YOU'RE GONNA ENCOUNTER!

THE CHAIRS They loved the old house at first sight, and set the wheels of purchase in motion before returning to Britain. The wheels of Spanish bureaucracy grind exceeding slow: slower, they sometimes thought, than the mills of God, and it seemed an age before they could move in and plan what alterations they intended to make to it. They wandered over the house and the wild surrounding land like two small children, chattering and laughing uncontrollably with excitement. They explored the roof... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

ARIEL'S FAMILY REUNION IN SEVILLE, PART FOUR

Keywords. It was great to met up with our eldest son, Guy, his wife and two children, and we went for cruise on the river; the Guadalquivir … One of the bridges over the Guadalquivir was very similar to the Iron Bridge over the river Severn in Shropshire, England, having similar thick steel rings of varying diameter supporting the span. The Iron Bridge was the first bridge in the world to be built of cast iron, and was not only a marvellous feat of engineering in itself, but embodied a profound... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 28, 2006

A HEARTFELT " THANK YOU " FROM ARIEL TO ALL HIS BLOGIT FRIENDS

As always, I am overwhelmed by your comments, expressing such sympathy and support. Truly, at time like this, Blogit is a huge extended family, and we are here for each other; as you certainly are for me right now. It is a rare, and humbling experience for me to be lost for words; I, who normally find words, sentences and paragraphs tumbling in my head, just begging to be set down. Other than a lame “ thank you ”, I don’t really know what to say to you all, but I guess you know how much I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

ARIEL'S FAMILY REUNION IN SEVILLE, PART THREE

Keywords. I must apologise ( yet again! ) for not replying individually to your comments; I find your sympathy deeply moving, and I am very grateful for your concern. What with one thing and another, life seems to get more hectic every day; and the fools are still asking “ What do you do with yourself all day? ” They clearly have no idea that the Spanish hour consists of forty minutes – and those skinny and malnourished minutes to boot. The minutes, I mean, not the interlocutors; they’re usually... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

AN APPALLING TRAGEDY THAT HAS BEFALLEN FRIENDS

We had a big shock the day before yesterday. Steve, a friend in England who has a holiday home in France, was on holiday there with his wife and another couple, ( who we don’t know ) Steve and the husband of the other couple went outside for a cigarette on their first evening. A hornet was buzzing around Steve’s head, and he batted it away: but it came back and stung him. Within five minutes he went into cardiac arrest, and died: obviously of anaphylactic shock. This forty-odd year old, burly,... Sign in to see full entry.

About this Blog

Fiction, poetry, articles and a whole lot of other Ariel's stuff ; musings and ponderings ; they're all here, and i hope you'll find something here that you like. But I have a deeper purpose in mind. See, reading the papers and watching TV, it's so easy to think that the whole world's motivated by racial and religious hatreds of various kinds. Well most of us aren't, are we? We ordinary people are moved by love and compassion for our fellow humans ; and respect and tolerance for their differences. It's true that all that it takes for evil to flourish is for good men to do nothing, so we who are motivated by love have a duty speak out against the evils of the world ; not to be ashamed of our histories, nor embarrassed about being and saying clearly what we are and what we believe. If we don't learn to love each other, we'll perish. Although I am an atheist, my guiding principle is, and always has been, Christ's adjuration to " Love thy neighbour as thyself"

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