Not that I needed to.
Except that if one wished to concentrate into just a few paragraphs almost everything that has happened in the 'West' - for which we can only read, USA - NYC based marketeers spivving up, absolutely everything from the late 40s, spivving up the politicians, there which then lead to politicians here - from Netenyahoo in mid 90s to the late Blair vintage, to the 'strong men' of some of Europe from Bekllaruss, over to our Bolsanaros via Berlusconis..
I can; but then that pesky Eastern 'mysticism' and 'unity'...
I didn't realise that bullshit - now thats where all the nice 40 something and older wimmin turn their noses up... here now....
bullshit of Indian and other mystical thought... that we hear was a whole WEEK long festival in Totness in 2011...
Where no one will have metioned, apart from sitar musac being unlisteneable to...
" All that Tragoreian 'unity' - well that sugar addicted continent was so unitied it had to split into two cuntries to stop them really really nastily doing each other in...As 'they' do in their gaols (Shantaram and other good real Subcontinental literature.. and Slumdog Millionair...) ... and excuse me.. they fucked all their main rivers doing theior laundry in them and even little old whatserface Booker babe... Small Things... had to become a fake 'activist' to save other places they were bulldozing....... only good thing about Hinduism is they get up at dawn... which does counteract the sugar being it so stabilises everything and health gives a unified THEMIX daily experience..."
All i knw....someone said she wished a man to be a poet...
Bizarrely, in that worst place
Yesterday all day.... i wrote some - "wrote" - i don't know, I certainly do NOT believe in the transcendental power of being in unison with the confused 'spiritual' bullshit that fools from Totness imported - 90 years after other tosspots imported Mister Teapot.. in his flowing dusty robes and ok poetry but claiming far far more than is knowable about 'nature'...
Anyway, by shitcreek.... (that Baddiel lookalike - fat, greying... he displays his wealth...it's amusing six weeks ago i greeted him - far mjore i asked him if he would inform me about his boating ways and lifestyle -PURE curiosity for a world I towit had ignored....... he said then he would come and speak with me, me always sat in same place as he has seen...now he deliberately now walks his dog by me to categorically ignore me...
ANyway... weirdly, yesterday... talk about NO aforethought and no time to ponder or sit with a fountain pen in my mouth looking thoughtful... the poems just lept out and i could hardly keep up transcribing...
And i think they really are quite good, or at least passable...
Which i do NOT understand..as no one can...
