GOT IT
Even if his shitty Two Cities is just about tolerable and a bit better placed
(remeber the last Moor chat " ehhh... you think they taiught you how to be a lit teacher, well they didn't... Grayling et Al haven't even bothered reading actually great lit, Extinction, i know i asked him to his smiley face, Thomas's likely best book of three quarters of a century
subtly parodying them, not comme il faut... to those unliterary
so called gods of it...
and if you go though it Thommy
subtly weaves in [I DO NOT COPY
in fact it hadn't really occurred as three years ago i was only dead and unhappy,
a bit] his book and art recommendations, and long i resisted Scarlet and Black his number one
top of the pops ...
...a far more subtle and LEARNED soulful - real ones, take on head lops"
nope no point, deaf ears
even where one is meant to have them for the words of other 'travellers' or mountaineers
(there being only honour upon them hillocks
lost intergenerationally in all sorts of other bollocks)
THE THREE TREES
two aforementioned though only in briefest outline sketch
But it all started with tree grab number one.
Twenty fourteen, the vultures still just about alive enough to descend
Two men angry at each other back to back, buzzing away
from lunchtime when they started their day
no reason to be even at odds
mere stupid lost prideful sods
But not one word of coordination collaboration
" you take that branch i will have this...
and that way we safely maintain a few metres ish..."
The day that one (photoshot) all countryman sanity gone.
The day that one rural honour did, end.
