A View from a Bridge From my overt vantage, I see: high cooling towers, like fat coffee-pots, spouting steam; loving young mothers at garden gates calling their kids, who return in a steady stream; the streets, as a sudden down pour drenches twitching washing hung on silver dripping lines, which are awash and the loud gurgling drain chutes away acidic rain into a dirty ditch; neglected waste ground, beside the fizzing road, that leads into the town centre, miles away; a crumbling old car and a man who rides his bike past where trees used to idly sway; a grimy pub, where men have sheltered from the rain; a large, grubby truck chugging in backed up traffic, its load of shale tiered in boxes; wet roadside workers shrugging, grumpily touching up yellow road markings that have grown faint from the many tyres skidding over the reflecting message; muck rings around chimneys spewing black smoke from fires; wooden struts that cleave the bleak sky in two halves; speeding trains rattle and clack southwards, disturbing horses, who flash their dark hooves, as they shoot past the farms, fields and damp woods. Now, turning to go, I am forced to leave. As the clouds cluster in the north, the sun sails west, the eastern ocean’s timeless heave continues to roll, my arching southern vantage demolished. I feel a deep pang of mourning, as slowly, it shadows on the bridge, drops, crumbles. And with the bang, that handsome monstrous carbuncle is gone.
Alan Turing, English mathematician, computer scientist and logician, was born today in 1912.
Betty Shabazz, also known as Betty X, American educator and civil rights advocate, died today in 1997.