It is always good to know that in writing you just have to know the first word. The rest usually follows from then on. I decided my first word for the day to be ‘apple’. It is round in shape and when spoken out loud, sounds evenly balanced between vowels and consonants. Of course, the logical word to follow after ‘apple’ could well be ‘Granny Smith’ or even ‘Lady Pink’. I thought to try and associate ‘Eve” to the apple.
You sometimes wonder how a modern version of Adam and Eve would turn out. The eager acceptance by Adam of Eve’s apple was the beginning of the end really. I mean, the apple was just a decoy for a many folded love secret kept well hidden by a cunning Eve. She knew it would be irresistible to Adam, transfixed as he was from then on her litheness while sliding from the tree in that garden of Eden. It worked its charm but with devastating results. It became complicated. I mean, who would have thought it would result in the painting of the Sistine Chapel’s ceiling by Michael Angelo?
Was Eve all that innocent and still virginal with that offer of an apple, or was that apple loaded with venom, spite and revenge? A trick to get more little Adams and Eves roaming that lush park of flowing creeks, some sparse shrubs and sharp thistles. To lure him within her, sate him, empty to oblivion and so much nothingness?
On the other hand, did Adam not see the serpent with glistening eyes also slithering from that same tree. He could have given the apple to the snake instead of grabbing it himself. He had a choice!
It is all now so complicated and so much water under the bridge. I have also yielded to temptation and gone over to white bread. The birdseed wholemeal version has lost out. Forgive me daddy, I am nothing but a failure! I also broke a promise to take on smoking again at sixty five having given it up some decades earlier. It was the only thing that I could think of as a reward for giving it up. I failed a few times but none so badly as not having kept my promise to take it up again when I turned sixty five.
It is too late now. No going back or suffering regrets. Je ne regrette rien.
Going back to lithesome Eve. I would have cut the apple and offered her half. Furthermore,I would look Eve in the eye and, after a few communal bites, while sauntering around the garden, offering a few words of my own ask her then kindly,… your place or mine…?
Tags: Adam., Edith Piaf, Eve, Michael Angelo, Sistine Chapel
February 25, 2015 at 3:38 am |
Forget the apple. What’s done is done. Find a “toi” with whom to (re)commence life, as Mme. Piaf recommends. Great lyrics, great song, one of my all-time favorites. Thanks for uploading it.
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February 25, 2015 at 7:35 pm |
Easier said than done. Eve and Adam played a trick that resonates till this day. I am always pleased to see someone carrying a huge 12 pack roll of toilet paper. (Confidence brand) It kind of puts things in perspective. Eve ommitted that little item as did Adam, wearing brand spanking new underpants. ( Kalvin Klein) Each fooled the other. Anyway, it too late now and we just make the best of it.
Piaf did not fool anyone though and I do think she was the genuine woman. One can clearly hear that.
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February 25, 2015 at 9:17 pm
Not sure how you got to toilet paper and underpants, but then I’m no Biblical student. Glad we can agree on “Je ne regrette rien.”
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February 26, 2015 at 2:54 am
Ah, there is still so much we can still agree upon.
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February 25, 2015 at 6:22 pm |
We chose age 70 as the date we would resume smoking. It seemed so very far away back in our early forties and served to make the loss of our beloved cigarettes more bearable. Of course now I’ve lost the urge so I’ll have to think of a new vice to take up when the day comes. And don’t forget Snow White and the poison apple!
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February 25, 2015 at 7:28 pm |
I never went back to smoking but I do remember the enjoyment of it and still don’t mind that first draw of smke that someone sitting close by is expelling.
With Eve and Adam, i suppose they each saw magic in each other that just did not exist. Romantic love makes blind.
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March 5, 2015 at 10:28 pm
I never smoked but strangely enough I donβt mind that first draw of smoke that someone sitting close by is expelling! π
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February 25, 2015 at 7:36 pm |
Good idea of ‘treating’ yourself with your vices so far in the future that it is possible to give them up. I try and do that with cakes (or allow them only on very special occasions – about 12 times a year). I am with you on the white bread too.
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February 25, 2015 at 7:46 pm |
Yes, I now go through a white bread loaf every couple of days. I mean surely a reward for normal living. I mean I could be sleeping rough under a railway bridge or gamble, go out strangle sheep or shout incoherently from a fishing boat to a flock of seagulls…But I don’t. I am normal.
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March 5, 2015 at 10:30 pm |
To restrict cake eating to 12 times a year, Elizabeth, I think this is very commendable!
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March 12, 2015 at 8:53 am
Better than none at all!
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February 25, 2015 at 11:50 pm |
Eve was framed! Enjoy your bread!
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February 26, 2015 at 11:13 am |
I think of my father when I eat white bread too, as we always ate wholemeal, growing up. Another charming post Gerard!
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February 28, 2015 at 11:26 pm |
I think of my mother making endless sandwiches for school lunches, after we arrived in Australia. Mountains of them and for years on end.
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February 26, 2015 at 12:34 pm |
Adam deserved it!!!
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February 28, 2015 at 11:23 pm |
Yes, he did and is paying the price.
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February 26, 2015 at 9:10 pm |
You travelled quite a distance on the one word! Very entertaining. And I’m always up for Piaf.
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February 28, 2015 at 11:24 pm |
We are all on the same boat. Let’s try and avoid sea-sickness. Piaf still is magic.
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February 26, 2015 at 11:12 pm |
The Adam and Eve thing is just a whole lot of baloney or bologna. Baloney means just that. A bunch of hooey or a tale. Gerard, enjoy the white bread. Whole grain is better for your health but gee if you like white bread then chomp away. π
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February 28, 2015 at 11:29 pm |
I think you might be right. I find it bizarre that Adam took an apple from someone sitting in an olive tree. I mean, why would someone sit in a tree with an apple anyway? One needs two hands to climb a tree. Where would you put the apple?
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March 1, 2015 at 3:04 am
That’s an excellent question and that is just one of the many reasons that I think many bible stories are northing more than tall tales.
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March 2, 2015 at 9:11 am |
What if Eve had offered a banana, how different the world might be today, bloody apples…. oh well, she’s bananas.
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March 2, 2015 at 10:02 am |
Perhaps a banana would have been too obvious a ploy to seduce man, and Eve already knowing their fragility to matters of sex, was kind enough to make them believe they were in charge. A banana could have had dire consequences.
No, the apple was the best fruit. She’s apples matey.
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March 2, 2015 at 10:01 pm |
Here’s to Eve, the mother of all Beauty and the Grandmother of all mischief!
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