now there is NOTHING more dull than polemic, and all Greens fail to remember my quite good line used for a decade " piety and earnestness, sorry, doesn't work..."
in that only juicy Voltairean nuttiness, Candida stuff (ohh i must to that story soon!..farmer Helen's [2 of 2] truly evil seditious and extremely rude fanny-focused line, when she knew full well i was going berserk walking alongside her in the hills in the glorious year of Lord how did this glory happen, me in the hills walking alongside the sexiest farmer of them all, and her lass nag-outfront, and the last thing i wanted to be reminded of was fannies she goes and directs a mad Missprint towards...."maybe it is a scratch and sniff book" only a truly secure country lass can be quite as vicious icebreaker with a glorious gilded sledgehammer, to crack my nuts )
to reprise but it matters!
Now even if one passed on five plus decades of what it means to be "human" up in hilly or very very aside places, the sweet way... in so many free one-to-one workshops over a decade , aside in them hills or occasionally on The PAth of embezzlerSSSS ..... (" but dont fuck with me ive walked The Bowery drunk at midnight in the mid 80s when it was dangerous to even get off a few stops before it..lived a bit in Paree... even Belgrade when the bovva boys every one styled on Rambo, owned all the passin splendid totty..... never mind been for six months one of only five whiteys on a very poor blackpeep island.. who would be remarkably cheeky in a rather personal way at the local supermarket checkout.... and thus have learned never to react and just be..unseen... always") .. they wont remeber:
" the point of your intagraammed holiday you pretend is a long neon clad slog for weeks around some silly Track .... a pilgremage or bucket list item.... infact just an adventure playbook load of plastic toys ..and clothes...... every day exactly to the schedule your step countin' device dictates...is that one may ponder WHAT 'change' you seek.... in the 'environment' you go and seek it in..... on your Southern dosh ..."
there's no point saying that those fairly content living aside, especially born 'n bred there... not here - or not often here [this whole PP], except so far one, her....to my absolute shock 'n horror as if saudade had gone and tattooed itself upon her forrid in ink that doesn't poison you drip by drip, from within...especially under the armpits...
but real aside where there's far fewer peeps.... is to remember the conversation one had upon last encounter and take it forward a tad....
never mind fuck me i had forgotten what that FEELS like so lovely
the impossibility of anyone else (except her, once, remembering what was in an earlier conversation..)
So yes her woodland will be the Garden of Remembrance...in my mental map of my territory i dont need as i merely meander ..mainly, randomly...
But that's another book, all of it.
One day maybe.
But even if i know all is connected - the inability to remember or want to remember i guess which is what Miss Anne Thrope eats for breakfast with her goji berries, and Neals YArd yoghurt - as it was obvious 2 decades ago this aint gonna end well as the aforementioned are so expensive theyve no time to recall anything so busy hamsterwheelin' around to get/steal the dosh to pay for the next new ...thing....
So i'm never bitter but to meet a fine open and funny man, in her Garden of remembrance and pass the time discussing his daylight robbery vet bills for a monthly injection, [telling him or having the bravery as you canty tell farmers you know better: " ehh the science now knows better, arthritis held at bay by UV AND IR - ONLY UV and IR give the synovial fluid its superpower evolved job its been doing forever, to munch at Arthur itis.... whicjh ONLY works - is triggered, by being in loads of the aforementioned.." ... donno about your mutt.. but no vet will tell you that.." magnificent man states " yes..i know that too" and ex hillfarmers even if run out of town... dont lie.
.... such a beefy smokin walking man looking very good for his age.....to champion. Is even better.
Anyway i am only that the hillperson ...JOBS...efficiency
when many years - maybe 1/4 of my life from age 11, tough jobs in precarious places where nobody will hear you scream if you chop your own finger off accidentally
when many years - maybe 1/4 of my life from age 11, tough jobs in precarious places where nobody will hear you scream if you chop your own finger off accidentally
one does the odd job but it has to be perfect - not only ones saftety without a compulsory chansaw cert
or stupid steeltocapped boots when pumps and dirt
give you feel, and THE DANCE
so as to always be operant
in the field of "time and motion"
is the only way the pigsty gets fixed all alone when even its owner
braggs of her cred
but cant even manage to nail back the roof shelter for her 'beloved' Fakebooked such "high welfare", beasties
(the real 'case study' to start with, soon)
Anyway for a 100% pukka TIME AND MOTION, dancin, workperson - necessary to flow from one bough with saw or billhook
cos the faery goddaughters bought the land dont give a fuck
even about simplest work-'man management' - which means dont nag
unless its part of a joke
I know what the 'flow' is for - have fifty years. To get through the varied jobs with minimum timewaste per motion...
But even if i hate to admit it, i have an 'eye'
All my life, for the image that perhaps sums things up
If i could be bothered or had the efficiency of a dektop and predawn socket well i would crop it
the same old ... well its just bragging
and nature.
A series yesteraft of the true beauty of nature LEFT THE FUCK ALONE
which takes time
and i got millions of these in fact for several years, but ONLY at dawn i have loads of little new dawn clips
this one few days ago all that matters is 30-50km a week .... not vg, but some far more Sublime and evocative ones to come soon
but theyre far more time consuming to work through for anything that DOES need to be censored, though are all universal of this moment now and tomorrow..
just art.
this one few days ago all that matters is 30-50km a week .... not vg, but some far more Sublime and evocative ones to come soonBut then there's the REAL countryside art...i have a photographic social history, of every 'gib' for 20 years.... poignantly pictured.
Things like how the ..'promises' or verbal contracts are never ever fulfilled .....imagery that says something about this endless Miss Anne stuff...
and inability to know the RULES of how their own land was tended and groomed...for centuries.
in pictures that tell a story ...even if obliquely, just a few verses accompanying, will change...
indeed cause the opposite effect,
20 years intended.
...ohh lets give her another week....
soon.
