Leaving Singapore 1 December

Brevity now as we are shortly off to the airport. The sky is the full English, the greys translucent, clouds high and vague, a few drips of rain and the whole looking to clear. That is from the window. Out there it is warm and close.

We have said goodbye to the doomed spaceship that is Fusion Spoon with its friendly crew. We have packed away what we unpacked minus my books but adding new books.

All journeys are dreams lodged in the real world. Humankind cannot bear too much reality, said Eliot. We take our reality where we can find it but it comes to use of its own volition when it feels like it. Eliot also suggested that poetry in our time has to be difficult. Yes, it sometimes has to be difficult, but sometimes it just falls into your palm and you just have to place it carefully on paper. Sometimes it is as simple as the light in the morning.

It would be good to think so, wouldn't it? Good to think it will just fall into your palm like that. We can hope so.

We have received love and kindness here. That should be noted. We will think fondly of Singpo and our friends who are dear to us. Thank you. Now to Malaysia, the bigger island.