Being, sorry Ethan Frome...
Infact most of Edith, never mind
Aurore Dupin....
.... and the most magnificent literary sex fiend perraps of all time, Collette ... Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, known mononymously as Colette
If they hadn't been far too busy living and upsticking a finger at life, with a clean finger nail, to waste time doing themselves in....
They may have penned a poem about how both Sylvia and Virginia had to end it all, in London.... so as to be imortalised for really not very good writing
And then there we have the once fabulously sparky Jason, with his ONLY one rather fasbulously alive ditty, as soon as he mentions the Bell Jar (which you have to call 'English' as as soon as yanks get to English so called universities they lose their mind to a 'history' that was invented just for them - as if Disney-on-Thames, or Cam, for them to chuck their loot at, stolen over 100ish years by them from the fine Bolivians and miscellaneous other real warriors) he's in it forever ....
Never to have another half decent song out there...
Now this is there for a reason, in the recent latest audio not on here yet, indeed a fake journo given sneak preview.
Because even if i have zero interest in any politics mechanics of music, and know ONLY soul.. the real kind...
I also knew the one so called 'artist' who more than any ever in the world ever was so dire and only got rejected by Jools because he was so dire and yet still ...persists... thinking just because he had one of the worst daddies in history who conned the world he could Imagine anything but staying at home in his Dakota getting drunk rather than ever bothering to learjet the lad back and forth which he could have afforded every day, forever... until someone put him out of his misery. Only at himself.
In short don't tell an artist they are any good. Or their dad was... which is a weird hard subject.
Far more interesting is to see the way 'evangelical' Christianity spread around even South America from the 70's due American TV... which every single person in the world with a non retarded mind knew then was candy floss pollution that will clog up even the most robust fine-flowing watercourse
And is literally the reason you have a very prominent 'catholic' Mister Stanley, almost running The Torygraph these days ... when i bet you didn't know, that their priests aren't allowed to practice anything ceremonial such as celebrate marriage, outside anywhere but the four walls of a catholic church.... as even Mister Blair knew they were a bit dogy...
Anyway ....wow gosh if only the yoof knew just how remarkably lucky they are...
even if fourty years never actually seeing her face....
until this moment
is better, to have lived with her since then on your 'mix' tape in the walkman meanderin' the world...
next up after Randy i still recall that one, was the one who broke through such that even fourty yonks ago not one person, of literally everybody in the land who by edict had her Diamond Life, ever said "oohh a break through brown lass.."
I had no idea indeed until just a week ago lookin' err up was in fact from Nigeria...
Nor that for fourty years i was conned by them true deservant goddesses, next on the mix tape the gran finale - the great artistic writing of Feminine Position which had no agenda, gender, or owt else anyone could make into workshops thirty years later..
Never mind their simply genius ferkoff number
all along keeping up the act they were some huckster gang of homely hillbillies whom could have been from Starkfield MAss... when in fact they were pukka Jersey gals
And Jersey girls really are something else.... a machine of projection, anything but back home in Jersey, i still remember her Karmann Ghia, a fgunny old thing with the worst suspension system ever uninvented rattlin' around the potholes of Manhattan, her little gun in her pocketbook...
And nobody would give Helena Faccenda a wolf whistle unless they were her equal armed and dangerous but infact the sweetest thing you could ever meet when she found her man and the peroxide got chucked down the drains....
Which is all irrelevant other than to think some shabby bloke who once 'lured' a "Rumanian model" well into her twenties... to a place when it opened up to their 'public' and not one person i ever knew would be seen dead even thinking " lets go to Buck House and waste a tenner havin' a look .."
Is headlines in a place which everyone with a brain on my rambles has confirmed the last few months is Utterly Uttermost polluted beyond hope...
hahhh but who's REALLY to blame.....
Well, if there's one person above all who should have been drowned in the sewers...
That year... this year.... this very year that (she needs "avenging" ) ...
But whom after getting the right girlfriends from his cheeky grin and the same old extremely dull music -the kind that says from the moment they walk onto the stage that we have the right 'vibe' and bohemian instruments, is so forgettable that just like poor JAson they then spend the rest of their careers trying to write just one vaguely artistic bar after theyve been told they're it
And never suvcceeding so in Billy's case a few years later attempting to cash in, via writing one 'save the planet' song and then appealing to his lovely 'tribe' to follow pied Piper except not to where they crowdfund to go and write their next album the other side of the world in Bali and tweet every day to the loyal 'tribe' how the new songs are developing in his hammock in the tropics about Global warming he couldnt possibly have become creative enough to write without the plane fare and other 'love' sent by the 'tribe' through their money into his rather successful crowdfuding operation wryly observed over those years...
which is what actual journalism should be actually perusing
Except the Billies weren't entirely silly billies... as they had stumbled upon the number one region where they could come and spread out...
ignore eco 'planning' law that was there to protect that river...
have gigs and just leave all the rubbish blowing in the wind...
And rather than any journalist ever even ponder the hypocrisy of the whole damn fraud, the journalist would be first in the queue for the imported magyc mushrooms doubtless from some polluted swamp in Vietnam or Goa where they warm up the pollytunnels with burned plastic..
But what really is the only interesting thing for many years is just how rubbish, artless, unpoetical, all art became
as soon as they were told they 'needed' to be supported and promoted and part of the 'community' ..
We see the SW is their home range
How strange errata not, that there's no good art at all for miles except that one...
And i am quite sure they all quantumslit, their own main arteries to ....
god this IS 'SUFFERING' for ones artless nonsense
gosh i have to be careful pushing 'publish' as yes the underclass modemphone disconnects randomly and..
ive already lost one spontaneous poetical riff a few days ago..to be cont
