|Klaus Rinke : |
Bahnhofsuhren, Duesseldorf, Volksgarten, 1987*
How heavy time hangs when you appear to have a lot of it and nothing much to do. Marooned in the house by snow and ice, free to read and write - or as some people might say: do nothing - without let or hindrance, the endless hours of enforced leisure are becoming an irritant. Normally, pleasurable hours of self indulgence are a gift, a time to be treasured. Many of us spend our lives as slaves to clocks, merciless accountants who drive us on, second by second, taskmasters holding the whip. Who has not wanted to manipulate time, stop it, slow it down or speed it up. We say that time marches on, regardless of our needs. There are many phrases that include ‘time', most of them too clichéd to repeat here, so I won’t. Besides, searching the internet for lists does not fall within this blog’s aim in life. But what to do? What to do? My book has lost its attraction, it’s too dark to watch the birds from the window, I have caught up with telephone and email debts, dinner has been eaten and cleared away, I can’t knit, paint or make music. Only the TV is left as a last resort.
But things are bound to get better, because time heals all, and we must take it one day at a time. And platitudes rule ok!
*The German artist Klaus Rinke ‘planted’ his piece ‘Zeitfeld’ (Time field), of 24 railway station clocks in the Volksgarten, Duesseldorf for the city’s Garden Show, All clocks show the same time but looking from one to the next, the hands, and therefore time, have already moved on.
PS: Beloved and Millie have just come in after a quick piddle run, it’s snowing again; both of them were bearing a load of white powder on their backs.