Grimbeau

Soft knocks

To shut or open the Zen on the Art of Bridge,

Faust, Kafka – easy listening!

Getting my bearings, settling in, making a mess, feeling awkward.

The Bridge. I know this place well, too well. The scene of the crime, witness to disaster, base misdemeanours, sullied by cleansing agents, violated by animals, jumbled up, dumped on, dumped in.

The Bridge. Here dreams are born, and mares lived out. Stories of horses; hateful verses, grudging verses diluted. These are bad vibes. This time will be different, this is not a retreat. It’s a crucible, a temenos.

The Bridge. A place to prepare yourself in order to be yourself.

to shut or open the door at whim.

Knocks are needed to gain entry.

Hard knocks.