Herr.... German vs the post Jew Jew...
two million clicks cannot be wrong can they but then....
Most will be for the
+++++++++++++++++++ yestereve++++++++++++
To the swiss, aside the extremely peopledless bay... the really very very remotest one along this sceptic aisle...
" it just depresses me...
I lived once where Hemmingway set
his Old Mn and The Sea....
He didnt have to dodge plastic bottles and Mounts Bay
chucked over the side fishies by the net
full, of death and waste and everything done in haste
especially their theme park smiles and special toothpaste
Addictions, to, being everything but you
Stood staring...
Runaway rom caring
Any more to teach
social work ... ditch it and live on the beach.
Just a few hours ago aside the cliff
A big fat one and her Margarita can
(i told hark over yonder hill, an Eastender chill
in the heir to nothing
real, but backwards fantasy themepark myth)
In front of her reclining daughter same age as mine
they go once a year to fatsit beside the old mine
And drink their booze
No more news
" tell your lass, dont bother...
when you began your new career nineteen ninety one
Just a few years later little Bulger news at ten
and six, one five and six
For weeks of soul searchin' national nervous breakdown.
Yestereve a nearly James, gets only news item number three
If you love her... looks like you do...
hahh hahh hope you didnt feed her funcans of booze age on your lap
Ive known a few social workers whom arent what they preach
To say the least
But if you love her, see
that sea
make her leave and find a life, 'safeguarded'
Over the other side
And you may have some littleones one day
sane and brighteyed to play with grannie
oops... i have no interest in chubby thirty year social workers right at the 'coalface'
the fucked up mums n dads
and kids beyond remedy
who agree
with me
boozin' at the cliff face
No hope at all ...flee!
But a fine Euro mind, who in fact taught that line of work..
That is another world, ours beserk
Poignant, look up poignant in
"[stage direction: smiling - a real one] hahh hahhh... yes we speak German ... but they cannot understand US in our mothertongue...but we can, them.."
But no words, you cannot get more poignant than one last walker stood at the side of the one unpeopled large bay at dusk... " so do you see the lighthouse at night..?"
" dyer know what i didnt even know it lit up ...as to retain sanity and health and bodily safety. never mind actual reducing my footprint on this plasticated soup of a planet..
i drift to sleep with the dusk and awake with the natural...light... and you know what, i still am thrilled every dawn i wake up ad all my mental notebooks from the day before are stark and clear as day
just as the first fountain penned letter i wrote to her ....
... brought me to
you....
and all your wonderful, kind...
Life is curiously kind.... if you spit in its face every day at dawn, no faceguard
... just because you
can"
... ohh yes, ignore, a autopoetical (not even thinking for one second of form or why) mere moment
I should, even if it will make me very ill, study their German ..if he is one, Mister Tolle... likely spend most of the time in some awful Californian sprayed on
gold mine panning for the scraps left after the few great minds of the actual counter
culture (i heard a wise woman speak at predawn today as to how only '"culture" causes rapid change whereas politics takes a long long time... problem anyone with a brain knew 15ish years ago..ours went very very performatively enforced garbage
And 'enlightenment' that was done fully thank you very much in the 50s-70s...
And...
2 million clicks...
The only - i just wish he was a she
mind i respect on this planet, after SAint Joan De CAlifornia...and a few ragged trousered Siouxsis and her like though they never had the true peacefulness and authenticity
and constancy
Had she said... (as she said to the gaol 'bird'
authentic, in for his values and authenticity
"ok matey ill watch yer back
from outside your federal pen... and be your mother hen... )
As even a British social worker, in job
to me, just down the coast
" i have survived him - his evil banality
by the two 'w's... "
"prey tell?"
" walking and wanking"
fast forward a week or so
" w number 2 .. i will let you watch if you are a good boy"
oops i am still talking to the Swiss in my head explaining why ... thats enough, 1000km of here is enough for a lifetime
" i even had it in writing, several times....
... but no English can ever mean what she said, or stated even if your job is about accurate protective speech... helpin' the helpless, or ..."
But then perhaps only a (mongrel) English would also, understand
The only GREAT art ...conceptual or otherwise (ohh they wouldnt know the first of themtoo) i have heard of here
" he was..is an artist..painter as well as a ridiculous smug creep ... i just wanted to squat over his artwork on our laminated patinated [ i add in to merge many bought boho old car badminds] kitchen table top ...and make even better art, adaptationing his rubbish
with a big pile of my poop... "
All irrelevant, i value the best in people and forget the rest
well i dont but the REAL subersists...
its astonishing how the 'sisterhood' does have them
as they let slip to me
occasionally
who they are
But they can never be whom they
want to .. Bee...
So be it.. the end
All i know... the only beautiful mind i have found on this whole planet,
Hetoo ...with Harvard creds and
nuclear physics findings
in his history
values the song, just like me...
Never mind the only great speaker over fifty ...
And you can only start anything real fifty... or fifty three...
Except also educate the youngers...
With crap or not so crap songs and a little poetry
However it is the ... something so so so Tom-Paul, ill about his little lapdog
THE lapdog
The in-man lapdog with actually nothing ever to say
Who makes every conversation something to lament and even safely far away
Bleep out every smug look-at me steroid enhanced fizzy unpoetical ripplin bicep total end of nuance
word
the most artless human ever has ever said
as i doze off listening and laughing to the one beautiful mind...left
who so wonderful word wraps and gesticulates poetical tangentialism... as i can too, in person...as so many see (even 'Moviestar Mary'* - of course i am so stupid... her simply gorgeous silvergrey hair when first we word and spirit
duelled so silently..
... it occurred at eureka time today - first light... god i am so stupid..i thought there were two of her... or sisters or something.. as i recognise not the latter.... nope the original gorgeous silver grey.. that made her... why i noticed her... made her look so much younger and beautiful... i am such a slowcoach...it was a wig! or spray on! ...fake.... and thefake hairdyed version is far far less thrillingly gorgeous-sexy ...wild woman of the sea..
...or cliffs or whatever myths being perpetuated oat the behest of more crap art...) when on a track i am happy... and only content
( but one should never ever value 100% of anyone...even ones gods or goddesses.. except Saint Joan... 80% is all they should ever deserve. and shouldtoo be critiqued for... missed bits of what still is the problem....)
* no intended reference to any living person as i have no interest in any except a failed "warrior"; and a rare instance of using someone elses words BAch in his rather great book Bridge Across Forever where two in a couple stood up together against nasty nature destructors, and won... watching each others backs and 1+1 = 3.. times more work done as it was fuckin hard work all the ' environmental activist' paperwork ...called his 'bird' "Mary Moviestar..". Leslie Parrish... i am sure that was his term of endearment for her...
i believe in books, and Some good art.... - that one was real.... i am not a cynic.
