memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

Living in an old people’s home, as I do and being still relatively young (still in my 60´s), I have strong intimations of mortality.

Regularly, at a rate of about six or seven a year, one of my old colleagues will clock off, sometimes at the hospital and sometimes here at the Home, usually in the small hours of the morning. During their last few days I guess, weakened by pain and discomfort and lulled by various opiates, they hardly speak. That’s one of the first things they abandon – language leaves them, (they’re too busy dying). Do they know that they’re dying? (Everyone else does).

In general they do go gentle into that dark night and the next day the old people will sigh fatalistically: oh well, that’s life they’ll muse philosophically – a uniquely inaccurate observation by the way. I mean it’s not life is it? It is the converse of life. It is death.

What will happen to me? As far as I’m concerned I’m the only being in the universe who can think and speak in the first person – everyone else is second or third person.

Does one spend eternity lolling about in the Elysium Fields, basking in the warmth of God’s goodness and listening to his musings consider the lilies of the field, they do not sew neither do they spin.

Or, rather more attractively in my opinion, does one inhabit a Korana paradise where one is served up delicious meals, (tenderly cooked lamb nestling in a soft bed of lightly-spiced yellow rice), waited on by a succession of beautiful young maidens with lustrous eyes.

I read somewhere about a remote island in the South Seas, cut off from the rest of the world, whose people speak a sub-variant of the Polynesian group of languages with a tiny vocabulary of around two hundred useful words, seven of which signify sweet potato – the sweet potato presumably forming their staple diet. Another of their eccentricities is that they all worship Prince Phillip, the consort of our queen Elisabeth. So one assumes that paradise for them will consist of being subjected to a stream of mild racist-driven gaffes muttered by His Royal Highness.

But, more seriously, I hover in a limbo of unknowing, poised between logic and faith, like a gambler uneasily hedging his bets or like Voltaire on his deathbed who, on being asked by the priest to renounce the Devil and all his works, murmured, this no time to be making new enemies.

To sum it all up, oh God (if there is a god) pray for my Soul (if I have a soul).


Comments on: "And death shall have no dominion (2)" (7)

  1. This is a terrific post Tom.

    You have taken me, here, where I often take myself and I should imagine so do many others. But you have a way of “putting it” that both moves and amuses in equal measure.

    Your reference to HRH made me laugh out loud!! :):)

    “Poised between logic and faith” – that just about sums it up for me 🙂

    And the quote at the end is a favourite of mine.

    So so glad I stumbled upon your blog, I wouldn’t miss it for anything 🙂



    • Thanks, Christine; when the subject threatens to get too serious I try to leaven it with a touch of throwaway humour without taking the piss – it’s difficult to get the balance/mix right, so your comments give me great encouragment. Tom


  2. donna jones said:

    fantastic tom- love the connections betwwen spirituality and poetry. xdonna


  3. Tom – this is your brother-in-law reporting in from another galaxy. I’ve been reading your blogs with interest and of course read the Waiting Room which I enjoyed immensely and think it needs a follow up. Indeed I took it on holiday with me and as you know that is a high accolade as one doesn’t wish to take any risks with the wrong book on the beach.

    Off to Milnerland shortly for Sal’s big birthday which I am viewing with trepidation.

    Best wishes.



    • Thanks Jeremy, old chap – it’s always good to hear from another star-cluster and thanks also for your comments about THE WAITING ROOM, praise indeed from a bookman like you!
      (Best of luck for your excursion into Milnerland).

      Very best wishes,

      Ye Olde People’s Home,
      The Eurozone,
      The World,
      The Solar System,
      The Milky Way,
      The Universe etc. etc.


  4. Jeremy Swain said:

    Hallo Tom. I was reading this one again. I do like the Voltaire quote very much. All trials and tribulations here of course as we crazily decide to depart the European Union and the Labour Party implodes. Rooting for Portugal now to win the European Championship though I suspect the name of France is on the trophy.


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