Easter weekend has just passed us and with it left the weather that cheered up many and caused many to lose much of their clothes. I came to the sticks on the Friday with the intention of indulging in some solitude and hitting the law books with a rare passion that is not seen in Belfast with all its distractions. like botanic gardens for example. of course, the moment I got home the sister began to ask 'favours', this time it was "come to mass with me, please". I agreed, tentatively realising that we were already twenty minutes late-this kind of thing is not down with the local peoples of where we live. these people, whilst claiming to be god fearing catholics, spend most of the mass with eyes like spiders checking out 'the turn out'. in fact I'm convinced there is some sort of mating game going on. the clans come out impeccably dressed and the mammy checks out suitable companions for her lovely children by scanning the isles pew by pew and asking "and what does that one do there?her mammy's a doctor isn't she?she'd make a right good wife for you".
as we were late we sheepishly stood at the back of the church in the porch area, shuffling our feet and straining our ears to hear the godly words of the priest. like all catholic masses, the words are not short of epic..something along the lines of "people are too selfish these days. yousua are going to hell". Yes, Father. And your fellow clergymen can meet us down there for a party seeing as they've booked a one way ticket down there with all their philandering. I positioned myself behind the door which had stained glass windows. I figured this was the best foot forward..I could see the pantomime, but the pantomime couldn't see me. therefore I could create endless yards of gossip without even actually having do anything.
As the priest droned on I had to find ways of entertaining myself, so as always I looked around me to see what metaphors I could pick up on. there was one just in front of me. The stained glass. A rather pretty stained glass window I might add. its colours were red, blue and purple. the usual stained glass window, pretty without intimidating its admirers with ostentatious skill. maybe I've become desensitised to the skills of staining glass though. I looked through the glass at the rows of people, bowing their heads in prayer as if the world was going to end tomorrow and entry into heaven was based on what you done the day before.
No matter which pane of glass I looked through, the world inside the church looked grey and pallid. which in turn, bar the brightness of womens clothing made the people look unhappy and lifeless. it was an epiphany for me, of sorts. i will continue this post later :)
Tuesday, 10 April 2007
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