The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
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But no, no point, even her fine back whitewashed by the pastel chalk of the DeBottites ......
Fool me to think that even one had any nuance or even comprehension that they could slow down, and actually include the 'community' they overran. Often in an expensive designer joggin' top. With marshalls around to make sure they didnt slip in a cow pat.
And getta black eye..or face
Who by five years ago had made their stand.
Sitting
In THEIR stockade.
His little bandstand.
Even if it was paid for by 45 grand of PUBLIC money.
Some yokel wanders up and tells a story.
Yokels know that a bit of real story is the key to cutting through their one dimensional terror of their real stories.
Who they really were before they came and pushed in to hinterland. saidelands gov dosh....
With their Paperchase and Powerpointy paper habits.
so innocuous but when they got onto lanyards, well of course there was no stopping the cuts
to their other dimension
" .... forty years ago i pinched an LP from someone...
"look....this exact one here look modern technology does little but at least i can show you the exact performance and opus or whatever showoff nomenaclatter you want to shoo the plebs away with...
" now, he, the victim of my pinchin, always troubled me..... in fact he had even defaced it with his name in his most flouncy handwriting on the front cover... [RC]
" but over the decades i have road tested it....
" thirty years ago when the only one of you ever worthy of the term natural woman arrived one day for tea, Mrs 'Thinking Man's crumpet' Francine of the Money Program... [ wow i never imagined that, thank god for having to look up her military Industrial complex roots - she's a HALF BREED - that's why she enjoyed a jolly good flirt that day at the COOP twenty year back, even if a bit thick due her Oxbridge other half, and didnt actually know what my word of the day that day 'lacuna', meant: basically something between the sheets ... and there was me uneducated pleb i could reel off a story to even describe it.. her trying to be prescriptive which is always so dull.] ....to see her worst racist bigot endlessly 'anti gyppo' mother in law, my landlady .... i chose him this exact version as THE only one which would do, for the just possible meeting with an actual goddess... full volume blaring out of my bedroom window just above the front door she would have to arrive, via ....
" which if nothing more proves truly great art can transcend the sad problem, who once owned it...
" so prey tell me.....we now have TIME space you can't run off to the next cliquey gathering of ex city people who have moved here reading The Guardian on the way up and going on during their drive to see the estate agent about 'ooohhhh look at this article about how the city folk have bought everything in the stix, even the ones so full of mould they near half kill you.... so the poorer stix folk are now unable to afford to even eat.... its terrible. truly truly awful.... ohh what time did you say we are meeting the first one today mustnt be late as were the first in the queue for this one an absolute steal we'll have enough leftover to buy one of those shepherds hut assets, too, in the colour supplement it says theyve already doubled in price. too, now that every Southerner is starting up a start up to charge hundreds of quid for a weekend in one of them now travel abroad is a bit less attractive..'.
" i am an innocent, rather Candide actually - just a wandering fool, i listened to your rehearsal just then you're all quite good even if the sun and fresh air is clearly bothering you all, and you have to make SUCH a performance about hiding from it in the Presteigne community 'barn' you only get to use if you've sucked HIS knob...
"so let me ask you, quite neutrally.... I am not an expert even if i have listened to it hundreds of times.... i suspect it is but i shall bow to your wielding of the bow...I a non player a mere consumer defer to your years of expertise and living the string instruments you love to show off with.... i need to know.... is the Ivry, like right there... top of the pops, top rated by you insiders.. THE sublime.. .. the crème de la crème ?
" who... never even heard of it.... ?"
" well i can play it for you let me have a quick search and here we go.."
Which sounds a ridiculous non-point.
What was the point is not just the ignorance as the years since i know i am right.
But the arrogance, the inability to actually take the time and space May '21 my my there was still lots of that... to talk through any kind of process to educate another not in the same club, not in the same clique, of fearful little moaners just about a few flies...
Just hubris.
Mere hubris.
Exactly the same kind of hubris that added to the eradication of Ivry's kind...
Except .....
Nobody bothered much in them fairly sane eighties to go back forty years
knowing that .... subtle nuance,
rather than some fiery dance
Primo..... in all his books, even on nasty chemical engineerin'
Somehow managed
no fireworks, no confected performative
EUREKA i got it!
In the Wasteland of the Worst Journey in the even Pashley [ thats a private one me and my non existant so called fake god] Gerard's World....
If Primo were alive and tweeting today, I'm quite sure he would have on auto-meme
Even if in the wrong order but to be all Inclusivite:
Amos and his
not one word of any made up sky faeirie....
merely an actually grown up nuanced word picture utterly perfect about how its all a bit of a big bowl of cherries...
And you ignore the godly
Never mind his perfect little Fanatic
about how even the shmaniacs could be Cured
If they read some real books, by "humans" with their feet on the ground and caring about who owned it too.
But top of the list surely
Who any younger prejudiced cunt will leave to the bottom of his great movies list as absolutely no way an ANYone make anything vaguely interesting never mind deep and meaningful out of her Yentil stew...
To be proven not just wrong but a complete prejudiced cunt
So deep and meaningful it was far too intelligent to get its rightful propper big gong in all their "controversy"
Rightly having a dig at the way all so called Abrahamic religions are sex starved pigs at the trough of some very samesexual stew
And babes aren't allowed in unless they steal a cassok with a jock pouch, when nobody is looking
And then we fill in hundreds of others especially Poliakoff everything he ever did utterly modern real actual modern Enlightenment no mere gentile could have come up with....
Even the movie that proved Kubrik was the greatest genius of ALL time, and did have shamaniac powers of real second sight.....
predicting how the "stone agesssss" gave rise to a bolshy prammy baby man coated in orange plastic
Heller and his Catchy number
Kafka for gods sake!
TOP Peep of The Book named forever.
It being hardly likely that Jojomoyesesque is going to enter the English language even if it should....
And even HArvey's great one
despite abhorring ALL fast or showoff motors
Just about the greatest movie ever from which lastersummer we got the very to Driss, which isn't in any of their awful bibles or other instruments of taking everyone back to the Stone Age, as rather than do what WILL quite likely make one unpopular and have some lanyard clad bossyboots saying " no you can't do that there may be some risk..."
Driss knows that if he can pull it off even if his boss or best buddy or two fer, would have said "NO WAY EVER..it wont work and if you try it i'll end up even more shameful "
So he just Drisses - he DOes what obviously needs DOing despite all the scaredy cats and arrogant pricks.... for the obvious benefit of someone else.
DESPITE someone else.
And if it backfired or didnt work at least he was aiming for the stars...
Ohh that reminds me ...
Even if i have a Zimmerbabe in mind - nobody makes me cry
she did yesteraft
And her girlfriend i do wish they would keep sex, or the way you swing - no fucker gave a fig leaf for in them finest eighties, out of it
when the ferkin Apocolypse is so intelligently under investigation by the ONLY hope....
Back to them later.
And theres this one.... even if a bit lost sheep going religious for a while
Never mind his actually even greater song
where the NOT wonky wanker sugar addicted not exactly nuanced and thoughtful
Dickens name came from
the so sheepish
of places like Gweekish
wouldnt know about as they're so one dimensional too when it comes to their playlists