May, the failed suicide, is escorted
to her coiffeur for a ruffle & snip,
natters too.
She is weak of leg and mind and partakes
of unlethal foodstuffs; sausages and
bananas in anchovy sauce,
that kind of thing.
When she insults the trees they turn away
knowingly to whisper disapproval
to the breeze.
Sympathy is like gas,
and tears
a finite
commodity.
With the lovers in a swoon, we all sang and parted
To the midnight of the noon where the chariots were parked.
Sat and set the gear, remembering the sidetracks,
Call her on the phone, thinking of my way back.
I came upon a servant and a man,
Calling at me to get the fuck aside.
I did not obey, and dragged him from his truck,
Threw him in the muck,
The servant off he took and went to tittle tattle.
The carthorse dashed way,
Dragging the old fella
Screaming to his death
And I got back in my blood–spattered chariot and went
Toward incest, blindness, and asylum
just witnessed tory rawnsley talking about devolved management of budgets and the health thing, remembered a chapter in ‘in place of fear’ and relised (AGAIN) that this waz not the point of the thing,it is anti-materialist but not in contrdicto spiritual…more to follow..de rodod bit, have a look at ariel
some geezer has given a note to each of the four parts of the genome and recorded it, producing something akain to gregorian chant – a choral form that I have always liked. With my limited knowledge of musical theory, a four elemental approach could also produce dissonances, even though the cadence would remain the same..earth, wind, fire and air. The pre-socratics my have been on to something after all the crap that they hve had heaped on them for their primitivism and autodidacticism
Groups of malcontent Barbary apes are reclaiming the rock. Guerilla tactics have spurred the authorities to threaten a cull if this wild ape action does not abate. Apes have been reclaiming luxury balcony space, prowling the streets, and stealing food.
Fearing an excalation to more militant methods the authorities are to nip further autonomous action in the bud. A delicate balance has to be drawn between the needs of the residents and the demands of the highly profitable tourist industry. There is growing concern that extreme repression may drive the apes from the rock, a harbinger of British withdrwal.
News that multimillionaire celeb through scribble, JK Rowling 42, is trying to prevent a young whippersnapper fan of her Harry Potter stuff from getting published fills my heart with bile. How much more do her and her coterie want. I recall a touching part of a documentary about her over where she revisits where she started scribbling when on the dole. Maybe midnight will shake her memory like a dead geranium…in a pot
Grimbeau 