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.
Ralphschism.com My permanent one home online started 22 feb 2023.
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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guess he spent too much time with the 'mystix'... or fake hippies
Merely killing time....
what was the truly great Irish culture ...just in case?
yea right.....
(THAT WAS FUNNY!!!!!! at least he can laugh at himself)
Except if their government ever want to shut him up it wasnt funny...to hear him at his very best around ...aggh im over i cant remember and i have a great memory... late 00s perhaps... at the beginning of set # 2
"ive never been so fookin rudely treated by a whole load of snotty little private school educated Ruperts and Matts..i am NEVER coming back ever in a month of bloody Sundays to this den of pseuds fakes and fookin EJITS..."
Only to see even that so called MAn... half a dozen years couldn't mean what he said...either
Anyway L'Optimisme....
There is none until this so called literary genre of "the universe says .." is ripped out and chucked in a vat of rancid Coney Isle chip fat...
But...i looked again and there it was... !!! wow....i had missed it earlier..
The answer - so beautiful and poignant to..
"if you want to know what Britain became.... and the ones who at least may have read a bit of the real book, Disgrace and chucked it away in disgust....
well they had the hearts and souls once and thus voted to remain .... but that's old news .... what REALLY happened is that half the so called 'enlightened' ... ran away to therapies and healings and facile titillators of every kind...
who only did this to them with their Bosch or it it Bosh..
which is exactly the opposite of reality and the sad real reality became also that if as i have so many times, politely impassionately merely muttered..
'...Disgrace ... he earned his Nobel....
the whitey ex supremacist there she is in the middle of nowhere... the blacks gradually reclaiming their promised lands around her even if by not quite so legal means... scrofulous skinny waifs and stray....
and the horrid little mad blackman does the terrible deed to her one day.....
... but she likes her land even if only a bit left, so does she run or does she ...stay...
...and somehow in excruciating, painful drip drip screetch screetch albeit far less drip drip than when i dribble out my stories deliberately to make my readership even more insane than they already must be...
... there is no word for reticently, begrudgingly... ...at first of course fearfully.... she ...
.. learns to somehow accept that he is just over the other side of the valley from her and.....
...somehow.. they ... himtoo as he does have a soul even if of course he must never show it...he cannot due politics cause and effect
... they move..on...an extraordinary piece of real literature from which one so rarely LEARNS.... how to live, in reality...'
if i say that to ANY brit even my once best friend FROM that land, living in Hay-on-Wye pretending to like books .... who admitted to me first meet he was brought up racist which meant of course there was hope...
.... they look at you as if your are condoning the sex crime at the heart well at the beginning.... the rest of the book so perfectly on HER side of the fence!!!! .. they assume even the better read.. you wanna pull down and have them all gang ...roped in to your nasty schemes.... there is no hope! "
especially while the newish genre of feel-my-beardy Matts are the only thing that publishing dares spoon feed you the soma with....
right there is also or was at dawn a critique of the big one in my phone but even that ran out of battery and that never happens....
