Wednesday 6 March 2024

3rd March at the cliff edge

 Her " alchemy" 

( oops wrong day these are some...from yesterday.... ' performing dolphin watching... to Be seen doin' it... no o e caring' theyre swimming as my new friend confirmed shit)

petforming phone,
 and dog in neon
all day all i ever see here

performing ' art ' ist... i see no good art.

( that summed it up nicely who was that to? ... oh yes the fine Monday The beebed babe.... "  go into aby art gallery and even sprak with London vampires bought Daphne's Patyland palace... and say things like '  oh all is' or even ' i keep seeing only the same art ... copied almost'   and my my they  kick you out ...figuratively speaking, quick" 


bsck to the best day of 9 months germinating


but theres a whole page missin

to Be made up again

from audios and even 3 bleedin hours filmed notes


built up from
but never inspired 


i shall do first

Something Understood

The Lump In The Throat


A prtfect padtiche of puke

 and of course she gets in  the ultimate non word " alchemy" to signal her years of curated enforced crap....

the ' culture' Be came...

from  3 or 4 years after Be ..came

and i am sat atop Thelma n Lou # 2...

laughing at tbe oredictive text that drowned you all in shit... cos you need crazy culture to wake you up....

and when the 

The writer Laura Barton reflects on how we articulate emotion and how feeling finds its way into words....

Laura Bartons ( and Hanif Kurshis after his one hit Laundry one)  came alo g and FORCED garbage in beacause they know best....
is what really happened...
( refugee day post  audios  mentions for example late 80s Time Out the BEST cultural magazine in the whole world...i knew most of it)

so there she is... they really shouldnt habd the reigns to tjis sad mermaid poisoned generation... as that merm poisoned generation do deep deep down know....

give us Alexei Sayle... Mark Tully even  many years main SU host....when not Be ing too pompous

but there was no hope..

 as Barton's dire showoff " i curate, therefore i am.... abd say this has tje sublime in it [ so poorly exucated they think its a sandwich ] so you will listen...and never disagree... abd' like' me..." 

And just as first gear selected

foot poised above the peddle

( you must only ever do it.

. the big it... when 9 hrs perfect  sleep the night before, no issues...only happy... did your best....  laufh at them all... as youre on the way down to the 150 odd km/ you can enjoy every last second even a nay Be ' transition' who knows.....) 

and.... desoerate to Be invited back

no confected new crappy no ' it' factor showiff music ir wirds left...

she resorts to

Carol Anne Duffy


The Poem

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine
the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.


It is a short poem, of only ten lines, grouped into three three-line stanzas with a single last line that is the key to the whole poem. As with most love poems, it addresses the loved one and expresses her love for that person, but the poet is conscious throughout that words are simply not enough to do the job properly.

It starts promisingly enough, with: “Somewhere, on the other side of this wide night / and the distance between us, I am thinking of you”, which combines images of space and time and emphasises the gap between the lovers. The third line then continues the time theme with “The room is turning slowly away from the moon”.

However, when the poet tries to express her feelings, as opposed to describing the situation, words…

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fuck their hiding behind gates


anyway it sounds better read....


one of the greatest real poets ever    rather than pretender Alyson....on the craziness of...the only' it' that matters

 and yo cap it all, to suggest the imposdible that there may yet Be hope...

in this plasticated  prozac medicated

 bad parenting 



she gors and ends with the greatest  of all sublimes... the one who really let go...and flew

all the way....


( dont tell them ...theyll stop providing us sane ones,  with laughs at their self harming and cancellation culture)

 there may Be 

is hope

after all

But then im not a cynic

i stumbled upon underclass tv  one day .. " wonder what theyre up to these days?"

And couldnt stop crying all night

at what actual real "alchemy" is... take the wirst man ever who ruined the UK more than anyone else with his 90s spiv, telly in and  of itself ruined " humanity" especially Central Europe i saw mine own eyes... uk even more

and mix in a little lass that....  doesnt need to  dance

cos she was born with a real heart...

and ok mum n dad...

she alone...  had the best it factor almost ever

And brought all" comminities" together... the Merms woukd only sneer at...

i know

i would canvass them...

 but thats just the first chapter

Digital yet to do


plus rebuild that lost page

but my head is alive and new only at dawn, so... it may have to wait

til tomor