Sunday 20 August 2023

THE ' body' poem...i am too busy, to write.... still


I woke up last night straight back in yugoslavia 30 + years ago

a world service analysis of yugoslavia ...then and now

and HIS superb,  gramatically correct...use of english,  the Yugo man...reminded me...


purose book 3 chater 3

something understood on a crackly radio at the harbour

zen...actual real bodily zen...



my morning waffle

( plus within,
3 items on my dash,
the empty cartridge...was her colour;
one better coffee bag ....  just in case;
one screw
to remind me of..

yesterday riffing with woman
the next election for you
the ' culture wars'
same old silly men must rush around...
show off
be special
not just


man in podcast  even casts aspersions upon  his own beloved daughters clothing

yugoslavians speak far better english than english ... and as for yanks...  

and then....

well ... wrong order.






i heard the perfect poem

few people deserve it but

BUT so so so better heard ..her reading out of it ...perfect

simply, to Be... 

A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long
at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born
in any other nation, or time, or place.
They are content to be where they are, talking or not talking.
Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.
The man sees the way his fingers move;
he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They have made a promise to love that body.
Age may come, parting may come, death will come.
A man and a woman sit near each other;
as they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
someone we know of, whom we have never seen.

then my waffle..

i wonder if just onw pwrson would 'get' one word...?

so Be it if they dont

i do

gashrag: time to smile...i have at that 

 as she said "typos can be funny" that one perhaps . :-) made me...

not one person # in this whole region except me ever wears NORMAL clothes...  its so so offensive to my minds eye