Really really New Era, is indeed...
If just one were coherent
And assuming never again:
go and live in a tent.
(eventually in The High Mountains of Portugal
a rather good book but a tad absurdist
especially as there aren't any
that's the whole point - the English so literally in everything, makes you illiterate)
All i know is this word 'need'
I: almost nothing.
Only good conversation, just now and again.
Is it possible on that Path? Just a Track to head-on... ism
But i do know at last who really needs to be on boot camp
However...making the Miss Take of tuning in to
... from 'Wales' as if to prove as usual all ones adult life:
tell some 'people' they have some minority speciality
are somehow 'special'..
And as per usual there they are on my little crackly tranny
(thats a 'transistor radio' for the 'lone'one who managedI hope not to be 'zealot' in that hardest cohort
to 'reach.. Agent Z telling me why
and how 26 and below they recovered from years of fat bluehairs telling them, nothing )
" oh i am a special songbird cos i come from special songbird land called the county of Wales ... and her is my special so longwinded so wonderful multilingual [ showoff load of narcissistic load on nonculture with nothing to say.].. " only allowed on due the notion there are some special people, there..
well as i lived on that border for 25+ years and even in ferral selfish youth bedded one of their very few rare actual best songbirds (who became 'Eisteddffordii' or whatever they call it only for tourists and fat bluehairs to get grants ... and jobs for them 'protecting' it, as NO one in 'Wales' and my foof and occasional romaings back in LLangynhafal you can't get more 'Welsh' than that funny that as we never even used that word ever....no one did i ever hear say " i love the Welsh language its so poetical and useful" or in fact ever say i love the Welsh language..." except outsiders tryin' to monetise it
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002cnl8
poor woman like 'their' dreadful 'poet' Owen who i watched over the years sat there on the m ost prominent table in their silly overpriced tented restaurants, be Francine, et all's pretty toy boy .. displayed as trophy toy boy my me had the looks and just the right leather poets accessory briefcase..
but not one bit of decent thought or literature in him..
that's what trying too hard does to you... they - his groomers of course too thick to manage to tell 'im..as it wouldnt suit them
culture, sadly only very few centres over the last fifty years REALLY took it to new places...
And Loretta was one of them
Give it to a Welsh band and what do they do? utterly destroy it
If i were wonderful 'Hotlips' and had heard this i would certainly have jumped..no parachute
