Not really gobbledygook

 

General edit and tart up, and better photos and film  may well happen by weekend 3 / 4 july 2021. Well that’s the plan...

footnote late Oct 2021 - i was divereted...havent had time yet.

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And so. 

The problem in a way with the clubism, or in a way shabby cultishness, is that 'poetry' is kept aside of the Kushneresque duelling with certain gods. There are ways you must be; and ways not. According to them.

But one of the freelance tasks i set myself a few years ago was to seek out the incongruities. Once not too long ago I talked myself into thinking incongruity was the highest form of compliment. Not maverick, not subversive, now even eccentric, and certainly not Nestbeschmutzer . And it always comes down to their 'e' word. Energy.

And then incongruities just became the ones with, spirit, guts, oh yes banned word but passion... the real version....

And of course, they were all going to hide in the shadows and cross the road spying me never standing in them even if i spend a lot of time so far away from their possible gaze...in the actual environment they pretend to care for...

I mean a few days ago by that river. Even a 2 1/2 year old can look at the pictures on the weather and say "parent.... lovely day on tuesday, only, so why don't you fix the week so that then we can go down to the most beautiful little riverside spot for miles on that day, so i can paddle and not be nibbled any more by the little fishies you failed to save........and take me shopping on Wednesday cos look black clouds on the icon all day.."

And on that day all day, there,  not a soul to be seen. Oh well duel purpose (not a typo, as he got) ... not a soul all day just goes to prove my theses ... thats good; and a day in paradise--minus-nibbling, alone... is regenerative sustaining good energy always ...

SO back to my god. I mean as so many times said: " a mere man could not get away with that....  she reprinted whole sections within her gorgeous three hundred and thirty six page poem; as i read in one sitting lying on my old sofa, it began to creep in ..' she cannot have..surely..!'  ... gosh it is powerful and that is the kind of art surely that we need to herald as a bit goddessish .... all the way until the wheels fall off and burn.."

Anyway back to my truly glorious world:

Oh I shouldn't spoil this. But I will, a bit. 

To be a little Kushnerite and... naughty girl who-should'v-got-the-Booker  for services to poetical sedition and spirit and guts... to include the nasty man's horrid manifesto...

But weave him in so simply biblical in effect.

And then end it like she did.

As you will too find in your ending.

SO there I am, I am happy with that ending. Only a real goddess could weave that one so blinding light.  I mean, thoughtbubble; "how on earth does she complete this...s'impossible to make me cry after all that bollock choppin off and general reality....... and it is her use of 'light'... genius; when i meet a genius i never forget her"

So there I am essentially the last ten days has been once more yet another last-scene.... may as well get their tommy guns out... I mean I thought he would agree, and support..surely....just with one email line back: splendid... of course...i mean it's not like the wheel needs reinventing here...

But woe is us...

And then just like that to get all Tedtalked ish... on the sidewalk. And he calls.... and we met in the middle of the road. 

But that is one simple impossible. She was not.

I knew because my radar became as good as possible in all this.... she knows what the 'this' in question is. Because she ...

It is in fact just that simple one issue - that Bertrand question. And i must try this weekend. And will fail. But that is not important.

I do have her picture. Aside me now. Ohhh i see London Schoool of Fashion; but. How is it that barring one the rest get past fifty and just become so cheesekake; and it generally shows on their bums too. But bums aside, for all their mindfulness, living in the moment (oh we have a whole blog about this), and backstabbing me for their pleasure...

There is only one woman whom, once again is only pleasure....  

Aside The  Market of the Pharisees and Sadducees

And her - number one Sad Phary...cos at her age she still wants to be one...... at last i have her image, i know what pays for her cake.... and the crimes against my beautiful wild animals.... only i knew of.... 

And 'e did his "risk assessment report" did eeeee... well thats what he said to me, and my little pocket capture him friend...

Anyway forget them....

They don't know that when a woman gets to a certain age.... that age they all give up at.... being women. And one woman gets to that age and even as she glowingly boasts "am sixty" ... and just when you have done your duty to humanity, there she is...

On that narrowest little sidewalk. Despite her LFS past her front teeth gap left alone as nature intended...indeed her gap...i think enhances as i know she knows...

And she is rich and is on zoom a lot.

And so busy... all those gurus to deal with and juggle.

And has a hunky hub....out of his open car window passing with so much energy... "so what you doing talking to strange men on the streetorner..?!"

"mister....endless... time and again.... it's the norm....  they smile they schmooze...they yabber and they fawn... they charm and promise.....  i mean fuck em one and all the lot... ninety none percent.... just fey bullshit... never ever no no never no more ever mean what they say..." 

A little rant one could not possibly do justice to, in that, all the fossils and dead big bums just aside us.... and her little dog licking my calf as i give her the timeless "unless they have a shag once  a year they die.,... that's nature......there is actually a scientific term for it but lets not spoil our gorgeous coming together with mere science.." and all so in public... all so "whats she doin talking to him i thought she was one of us.... and likes to shop.... at us...?!!"

But then,  there is one line that so many years in preparation and it is real  - unlike the fakes indeed they vanish into the nothing they are just around the corner,  " luv.... you keep telling me you're sixty....   but you don't have to tell me because you know, i know....if i was granted only one shag a year.... I mean you would have to take off your expensive high fashion clothes because we cannot have that, or them getting in the way....and tell your husband not to kerbcrawl just a bit....  .... cos young or old there is only one real one here..   by far the sexiest woman for ....ever.....and i know what a real woman is...and i have 'thought' about you a...lot... because you have fearless spirit and will SAY IT like it actually ...IS.. that is actually ..'sexy'...as you so so obviously know..... and know you alone are ...alive..."

over and out. 

 [oct 2021 footnote] so busy wasting time on the frauds i forgot what this video was  - which was here in July??!! .... but the children of Youtube must fiddle and block and 'take down'... someone elses video and as i am a pure non voluble not febrile pacifist it must have been a sweet something....

.......i never ever ever share post or create anything contentious ever - and have the law of what that IS and should be ... ..in my name....

hahhh hahh these kids...will be the death of you, and Free speech... the two were always linked even Voltaire worked that one out