Sunday, December 07, 2008
Is there anything they've done that's wrong?
Have they started wars or slaughtered whales?
(They've some mild association with Wales,)
They can turn their talents to soup or stew,
They're versatile and under used,
They fit the bill and feed the weak,
So let's give some recognition to the humble leek.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
The red of the post man's charge and duty fades to flowery white,
The mice and squirrels run past and ignore the damage and change,
They care nothing for the cast iron hands of time passing old faces.
The ghosts from the village houses send out messages and notes.
At midnight some may read the few lines they wrote,
Scratchy pens and blots and gummed paper to seal,
Folded and posted to far away places like Dundee, Edinburgh or Australia.
Now the spiders webs are thick and grey, today's rain drips in,
The grass is as green and collected in a dirty wheelie bin,
Range Rovers, black dogs, tractors and funerals pass by,
From Victoria to Elizabeth in the blink of an eye.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
A trick of the lazy light, see the tall trees that lead to the end of the path and more trees. Ornamental and serene, organised and bright, plantings and planning and the schemes of old men dug out by their young workers.
People come and sip cool drinks and chat and talk and laugh about this and that and what ever seems important enough or trivial enough and that is relaxation.
Once the weather breaks the slopes are empty and the paths run with rain not feet. Watch the sky through glass, let the evening fall and let the storm clouds pass.
This was part of summer and has registered.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Warm wine like you might drink on holiday.
Radio Two or is it two or is to or might it be too also.
Neon Neon on My(Feking) Space
Fleet Foxes are the new CSNY who were the new COOP.
A cut and bruise obtained on your left hand index finger does little for guitar playing techniques.
For some reason I was putting together all these tracks.
The science of science fiction now governs all of our lives and this could be the biggest thing you've been involved in to date.
Struggling with backing vocals.
I don't quite know what to make of the Clone Wars.
Toast and cheese and wine and rice pudding, you are welcome to it.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Tom Horn, a simple life, undone and lost, forlorn.
We all need to grow, we all need to change, we all need to understand the virtue and the range of our time. Time is sublime, you need to change, Tom Horn.
Friday, June 13, 2008
When the sun falls down. You can't spend your useless money.
Useless money grows on trees.
Brings relations to their knees.
Useless money won't pay bills.
It counts you out and steals your will.
In every shopping mall. People spending useless money.
You can't catch an eye. They're all blind to useless money.
Useless money's tied up more.
In property or just off-shore.
In the chip in your little card.
Try to claim but there's no reward.
Try to claim but there's no reward.
All you've got is useless money.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Go find yourself.
Go find yourself.
For it is here today and gone the next,
a trick of the light before the great showpiece of dawn,
you leave with nothing but the breath you blow,
and it remains a mystery how, so silently we come and then just go,
so when you find the precious freedom, when you get to wear the tainted crown,
when you try to hold the water in between your open palms
and the drops fall between your feet,
what will you do with it?
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
When warming and warnings and giant footprints litter the skies from Jumbo Jets and methane pets and power stations that have a smoke fixation. Why is it not yet hot?
Not hot here, just bearable spring with birds that still sing and weeds that grow in surprise rain showers. We are a simple folk, a simple few, out here, far away from townies and hardly touched by mountain or magic dew and still a bit cold. Three dog, two cat and extra duvet nights and minimal light pollution to bother us. Yes we sleep well but still await the planting of our vineyard and the shimmer of evening sunlight running across the swimming pool. Perhaps when I make the big 60 the day will quietly dawn and I will relax in some hammock and sip beer in the artificial shade.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Out in the snow, out in fog, the chill and the frost, the church of the common senses calls out to the lost.
Here are the reasons they want you to join.
Money and income and salary and heat and four walls to bind you to keep things discrete.
This is the church of no more common sense, no more revelation and aggressive defence.
Goodnight to you all from the frozen wastes or where ever they may be.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
The girl from Mars who turned out to be a devil woman is the lady in the picture, at a later age some say. Like the twisted plot of a hastily constructed B movie that you missed first and second and third time round, you then saw it on BBC2 as a teenager and were profoundly affected. It all came true but in a dream that was true but imagined as all the best dreams are. They never really happened at all because you made them up. So we discovered that the parallel shards of parallel worlds were not running true and the devil woman emerged and tried to contact you. What she said and what you did have not been recorded, sadly. But that was some time ago, in the days of monochrome, black and white and sepia and the early breakfast. Oh! how we laughed and oh! how you danced. Dating girls from Mars is highly risky, there is the chance of a terrible mismatch and the crossing over of ancient and sacred lines. I don't quite know the way that they run (these lines) but I am determined to follow them, at least in my own way and at a reasonable pace. That will probably be as much space exploration as I do this week but don't let me stop you.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
The meaning of life. What's the meaning of life? The meaning of life. What's the meaning of life?
If you have been looking hard for the answer then be glad. I have it, I own it. I possess it. I am however willing to share it. The meaning of life is simple, as you might expect, yet complex, as you may have feared. It is close, as you may have hoped but far away, as you may have suspected. What shall I say then? Are you ready for the news and will you receive it well or will you back away?
The secret of life,and it's meaning is simple: learn to live it. Live now, in the moment. Do the things you want to do. Do not wait years or months, do not procrastinate, don't bother with struggle or turmoil, don't be bound up by stress or doubt. Live your life now and get happy, there is no second chance, there is no rehearsal. This is it. Make the most. You will not be sorry.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
We were never so diverted, so related, so understated as in the spring.
The view from here is marvelous but where are we?
You bought a catalogue that explained everything.
I felt like I had been waiting forever.
This piece of work may be a sham.
I was momentarily distracted by a by-stander.
The coffee was the best I ever had.
And so on to some other city.
Paris in the spring.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
The best way not to sink is to avoid the water.
Ask a few questions of yourself.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Chemical wisdom and more types of well worn chatter in the margins.
People who tell you about themselves and all that they are doing, their family and so on for half an hour without asking you a single thing about your own life will try your patience. Who really has the problem here, you or them?
Sometimes in life you learn hard lessons, often unexpectedly and without warning, the lesson creeps up on you, you react, you hurt and you learn. Look upon this experience positively and take on what you gained from your mistake and use it.
Don’t get hung up on money and it’s perceived meaning, the cost, the price, the value, losses or gains. You will never pay all you owe and you will never spend all you have. Money is only numbers on a page, a screen or a statement, it can be power, and it can be ruin. See it for what it is in context.
Learn contentment despite yourself. If you choose to believe in Karma then practice it, if you do not it is of no matter as all acts have their consequences.
Creative restlessness is a gift that fuels the mind but uncontrolled will corrupt the soul, that is if you believe you own a soul or that a soul owns you. Some say that nothing is truly owned by anybody and it is true that all possession ends in death.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Falling flat on the softest of pavements
Cushions and pillows to elbow the statements
Made by the late and the great and the fragrant
Escaping the timepiece and switching the mechanism
Piling on pressure and avoiding the cataclysm
That is the perfect reality
Realized by someone else
Who hardly cares a jot
For the things we haven’t got
Or the humor we turned off
Quite in order or set with precise borders
It is so easy to dream and fantasize and forget
The essentials that other consider extraneous
The ideas that burn but at first seemed spontaneous
And now comes the gift of sleep
And my soul lays down but cannot keep
And then drifting away
The sense of drifting
Just drifting away.