I always forget the punchline, living in endless 'dance' (Melvyn thistermorn proves as usual - one of my very very few enjoyed britolish 'human's that you can recover from being a pompous self regarding conceited performer, and actually speak with true soul... "pollination being an endless 'dance'.. between flowers and Bees... " words to effect, rather beautifu... " cos flowers are stuck...cant go off behind a clump of bracken and do it on the go, like wonderful REAL humans...[indeed maybe thats a Yogi teabag label about dancin': ' you dont need to, if you move around your territory on the hunt, like a REAL human.... )
yes all i know is that even Socrates didn't get to the highest level of wisdom and geographically discover ... her.... in the last possible place expected.
But we better not say that as all I know is that my ohh my the Britolish ... well English all this university education in 'human rights' and the humanities.... it is quite extraordinary that they conform more than ever to you just are not allowed to say THAT...
(note to self as i am now licensed by Little Miss, "i can say so as i woz born here" ... i couldnt care less where here is but i do love the poetry in her glorious word 'cretin' so i must now use it all the time ... " i didn't say that I am merely recycling a once Paradisical poetess with fine grasp of the language ... cheekily"
wisdom... did Socrates know? ...
I have zero interest in the SW or anything much before New Years eve 2022 almost all night ... a "mammoth" ( not my word but that of another fine poetess so bloody busy conforming to, nothing.... to know of her individual specialness
Wisdom: you will hear the very very best keys to life clanging, out of the mouth of the very last person on the planet you expect able to spit it out...in the very last place on earth you know you wont hear it
MUST get out that photograph it's in this unplanned diatribe maybe 9 months ago, of a page from my notepad..
Of those three Greek words actually written in Greek.
By the worst imaginable fop haired actual drug addled effete dull pretend bohemian wandering the streets of the Worst Place in the World... oops best book Uttermost Ends of The Earth... Kington i had retired to 6 km up in the hills "as far away as possible to the interbreeding genes" or some such quip for years...
Ten years ago, walking in to the town for supplies.... silly man sort of pushes his lost slouchy boho act into my always upright chin-up bright eyed, undrugged walking... "it is almost untranslatable... you had to be there...in Greece... where it was their unofficial slogan...in the Athens riots i was photographing"
Translated but not quite (of the words photographed) : "All IS nothing" he said in Ancient Greek to me and i did understand....
In other words sort of: you kindof get or find all you 'need' but it is still 'nothing'.... in the grand scheme i guess....
Why did they come along and complicated with all these new fangled versions of Paradise.... ? i often since have wondered if it all could not have simply stopped with those perfect three words.
And Homer did manage to weave in how jolly good an each day is a New Dawn ... Golden or not...
....way before all this "hope" messaging virtue signalling less good latter day Bible...
I couldnt give a shit about as i am only interested in tomorrow.
That is a privilege those of us whom have in fact bred, must live in... always...
Even if i pretend otherwise
(almost every Engilliterate woman i have ever known is simply terrified of someone else's REAL unconfected living 'pain'... "poetry comes from pain" words to that effect.... is to me a saudade.... and certainly the one that is designed to waste NO MORE TIME.... as faking pain and concern so so wastes ...energy.... ergo)
