If I hear you say ‘what happens, happens’ just one more time, I’ll be responsible for my actions and it won’t be pretty. What happens happens, what the fuck am I supposed to do with that? What doesn’t happen doesn’t happen, what do you say to that? No don’t, please, don’t answer that, I’m sure there’s a perfectly unreasonable explanation. Things happen, don’t happen, might happen, have happened, will happen, may never happen: I get it. We all just happen along, as you say. But at this precise moment, I happen to be what’s known in the trade as mightily pissed off. Unnervingly so, if I say it myself. That what happens just happens to happen because it happens to happen is no good to me. As to what’s actually happened, it could’ve done with not happening, trust me, its having happened at all being the very thing that shouldn’t have happened. And even though it has happened, I can’t, like you, shrug it off saying ‘these things happen.’ That these things of course do happen is of no consolation at all. They’re not supposed to happen, that’s the whole point. But it’s happened and I’m the one it’s happened to. There’s no getting away from it. Or perhaps there is. Maybe you happen to know what no one else happens to know. Any chance of that? Happening, I mean.
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Saragun Springs 
An entertaining rant. And very well crafted – no happenstance here. bw mick
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Geraint
Wonderfully loopy thing. Spellbinding.
Leila
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Geraint
The bus showed up as I was commenting
You found at least ten different was to present happen. And you can feel the annoyance and wit.
Leila
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Dear Geraint
This is a reverse theodicy of shattering, and hilarious (ironically), proportions. It’s crucial to realize that there are at least two characters in this: the speaker and the hearer, or listener (or the speaker and his/her other self). Widening it out further, there are four: the speaker, the hearer, the writer, the reader. It conjures up a maximum relatability factor while pressing the reader (non-ideologically) to think better, think deeper, think longer, and think more. If they think long enough they will hear their own voice echoed back at them in the words of the speaker, a truly uncanny effect.
Your language here, as usual, achieves a kind of “imperfect” perfection or maybe better, a perfect imperfection. Perfect because every single syllable is in the right place (as usual in your work) and it never misses a beat, nor makes a mistake, not even once. “Imperfect” because it grapples profoundly with the imperfections of being human in a reflective form.
The Minologues are a great series!!! They are written by a writer who’s learned the lessons of S. Beckett like no one else. There could not be a greater literary lauding than that. Glad that there are more already scheduled and looking forward to receiving more for publication whenever they’re ready…
Dale
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