But it IS Normal! ~ Part II
DIARY
But it IS Normal!
Part II
It's good to sit here,
Rest awhile.
Get’s so intense...
It's good to sit here,
Rest awhile.
Get’s so intense...
Up’t road
along the coast,
int’ city, like,
I'm accepted
for who and what I am!
Got that?
For what I am!
Down’t road
along’t coast,
equidistant,
int’ village
I'm rejected
for what and who I am...
In that order, like.
It's daft, plain daft.
But nowt twain shall meet!
Trouble is...
half folk live int’ city
T’other half int’ village.
Now... cousin tells me...
I've caused a row...
that I should've kept me mouth shut!
that I should've "tried to be normal!"
That kicked off the city lot
"he IS normal!"
Which then kicked off then a fight...
So here I am
Not quite sure where to head,
What ta do.
So I reckon I'll just stay ‘ere awhile.
Funny innit!
Used to play over there!
City boys and Village kids.
We never even thought about
who and what I am.
But seems like folks have had their own
ideas of who and what I am,
who I have to be
what I have to be
who I’ll bleedin’ marry.
News to me!
They aint said a single word to me!
Oh well.
It'll sort, I guess.
But I aint capitulating.
I'm doing my OWN thing, like.
Yeah.
My OWN thing!
Daft init!
Century from now
w’ent pushing up daisies,
folks will look back
to those damn dark evil days,
when idiots was 'urting others
just coz who and what they were!
Daft twats! [i]
Author Note
2014
When this was posted via social media in 2014 it prompted an important interaction from a subscriber, at that time in Vienna. R is 'bang on target' and it made me realise the need to convey my own mind-frame when composing the lines ~ positive, upbeat.
There’s no depression in the image; rather, a young man reasoning things, taking time out to do just that, realising that he faces a lifetime where we are always amid extremes or polarised thoughts. We want to live normal lives, so these extremes and polar attitudes make our navigation difficult, plotting a safe route, complex.
And though it isn't stated directly, he knows, too, that it's his task to pull the extremes together, to reduce the gap between the polarised extremes. And there's something in the way he sits and ponders, that communicates very powerfully, that he will succeed!
R, in sending me the banner image, attached the following:
“It is not easy to live in a village. Knowing what opinion others have of you.
I was born in the countryside. I could not stand it. Escape to the city.
Finally minded to know.
Relief, I’m not the only one.
Love and let love.
After thirty years I’m back in the village. And I love it.
Walks in the woods with my dog.
Chicken feed, protect vegetable before the snails,
be happy when it rains ........”
. [ii]
In 2014 I replied:
Absolutely! The return to countryside and lanes, the great and high trees, the fields, the stone walls for shelter. Yes, these never leave us. Our return brings with us a spirit of enlightenment and acceptance. Without realising, we become the living hope for the young ones suddenly finding themselves going down the same path of prejudice.
It is why I've written this poem in the fashion it is. There’s hope, and the young man sitting, resting, thinking things through, is not perturbed by prejudice.
He's summed them all up in those two final words in that last line. In my mind’s eye, he springs up triumphant, unbowed, puts his top back on, and sprints into work - a happy chap - full of life, compassionate, loving.
[i] English slang term meaning, in the context of this poem, an annoying person, or people.
[ii] the Quote is loosely translated from the Austrian, R’s first language.
28 July 2025
Liverpool
© 2014 Ian Bradley Marshall
Written 1 July 2014
Banner Photo by Bohdi Liggett Photography
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