(gosh a week ago, and now i have lost the thread)
to be re imagined.
soon...)
Sitting there, in the never-again, cafe
Every flavour of "cultural Miss Appropriation"! at the next table...
Especially that bitter tart one;
I had no idea! The vitriol in fact public bloodlust
so much, you would be best
dressed in their compulsory galoshes
Or Hunter wellies in a long hot spell
so as to look good. Even in their ridiculous little medium sized, town.
That very warm day twelve days back.
Now all that matters is having a good memory even if i had temporarily forgotten which one it was, the "you're just like boring me to death and probably everyone else.." even if no modern day politician can ever think before they speak... what, Vanlike, may work....
And a better memory for the pseudeia, Vanman chief among, with his " fook ... ive never been so rudely treated by such a load of fookin' pumped up pretentious private schoolboy wanky ejits who think theyre gods gift, no mystery, they are so they am, or is ...in my whole long career ....I'm never fookin' coming back here again ever ....!"
https://www.countytimes.co.uk/news/18330352.hay-festival-fundraiser-nears-80-000/
ahahhh yes "synthesis" their buzz word....
There can be few who so perfectly Miss Appropriated and synthesised or rather crossbred, the sound of the soulful Delta, fifties sixties, and something local, than the one who even Miss Appropriated a gong
which is worse than saying at Hay festival it must have been 2001, " never again fookin farewell..." and forgetting ones values.
Not meaning what one says
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_people_who_have_declined_a_British_honour#
even if i guess there's something even worse
- Nitin Sawhney, musician (in 2007, for ethical reasons) "I wouldn't like anything with the word 'empire' after my name."[174] Later accepted appointment as CBE.
Never mind being the truest genius at fusion - actually synthesising or even better word, alchemising, the base element of Delta mud,
and launching a whole career upon just such halfbreeding ....
Anyway i remember to the second the day i stuck it on my turntable, and... heard the perfect synthesis, half bread and butter as jolly good start to the day.
Mister Soul.... nothing else just soul. Adopted from those of generally a darker hue whom went before...
gosh how interesting i thought i was younger when needing to express onesself - disdain of their awful towns, especially that one, i pinched this from Woollies.
the moral of the story if you are going to pinch something as an inexpressive lost person, nick the right records, and start at the top...
Funny thing is that i never took seriously the cake mix, until i saw the boozer and his need to articulate what Donna merely Goddessed into one's head no need to figure meaning...
Not that there's any point telling modern day so called 'critics' of this... rather meaning-free small codpiece from the Master...well he is masterful on men and i needed to see how indeed he elevates the other 50% equally, and i get it, in that ... well i know he tried.
Even if he must use shit-writer, Phoebe's technique - albeit in her hands up-the-jaxi gets i do believe seven references to shock, of shocking via something very very silly, and maybe that was a good reflection both the (senior) women bitching about the other via the same methodology of gossiping about " what she likes" ..
Indeed ...
well the ....surrealism
And.... well not much keeps me from a firm opinion, but ....
a mix of absurdism, and attempting to say something but then she only overtly shags the really (i forget the exact word for the 'devils spawn') hair dyed priest who's going to "have a go at being Pope..."
well .... surely it's the best riff upon her power to chose to play with the devil, indeed...
never mind smashing through the concept that 'beauty' leads to anything but a pretty bleak life....
I wanted to damn him... to make my point once more (for devious selfish means) that there's no hope in Mamma-Mia lands of
in fact she was fabulous on how younger love is just tossin about
for nothing... even if she failed to find better love which is past fifty....
when you know what actually is desirable... and how you can close your eyes
as only one i have ever spoken to, also knows, imagine....
it as good as the real thing.
Anyway the only dimensional some kind of confected computer program set to some aL Gore that even they couldn't have come up with given all the programs, Buddhisttoo in China....
With their snivelly two stars....
......contrives a facile, bikini-clad self-parody
https://www.theguardian.com/film/article/2024/may/22/parthenope-review-paolo-sorrentino
One could at least start by saying, never mind surely the biggest ever budget for on-set fags in history, even i felt like coughing, I don't think you are going to be able to figure what it is meant to mean in one viewing...
(clearly the reviewer not even watched it once as talk about THE main story/ theme/ or toolkit in the boot of the vehicle, in the film being brother vs HIS buddy, her unrequited non brotherly lover - alone beggars belief)
This article was amended on 26 May 2025 because an earlier version incorrectly referred to a plotline involving Parthenope’s “two older brothers both being incestuously obsessed by her beauty”. She has a brother, Raimonda and another male character, Sandrino, the son of the family’s housekeeper, is also obsessed with her.
I think we can identify there the moment that rag lost the plot as it was too busy pinching M+S sarnies at lunchtime to salve its sick little confused mind... which is a completely understandable and rational psychopathological response to the mental illness all around, they started.
Paulo...tried to..... pack into her.
Even i can see that.
And i wanted to hate him for daring, after so many years of being so one dimensional...
But i think it was a good attempt.
