gawd, yet another suspiciously glorious day, here at the usual dreg end of February, wishing ya all well on it! i’m bizarrely compelled to post yet more snaps! apols, not imagining they’re particularly fantastic, will return to 1000 stanza gobbledy gook poems, else slomach back into the bliss of silence soon, ha think i’ve taken more pics over the last few days than i did in my first 30 years… which is an utter shame like most peeps i’m profoundly ambivalent about technology, but having a camera on a smart phone, that’s fun and engrossing on with stuff!
aw that bloke from talk talk has gone and died my brov was a big fan, and indeed, i too am rather partial to a bit of synth harmonica 80’s groove, thanks for the tunes
i just listened to ‘colour of spring’ whilst washing up on reflection we were reasonably fortunate with the music around when we were at uni (lots of dross too inevitably!) seldom play any of it now, it’s all indie folk, bhajans, obvious Reggae and cooking dahl to womad-esque vibes around our house 80’s bands that repeat their name twice? a miniscule genre… always loved this one x
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ha… suggest he plays sun blushed buffalo mozzarella pizza on his turn tables? the sound of squelch? and the smell of cheese my kids have abysmal musical taste as i sometimes inform them x
pink man in pink larder… paints… green man in green larder everyday dalliance with dali… so easy surrealism! nary finished yet, but thinking so glorious the sunshine, i should go to the beach for a little bit
did make it down the beach for a swim, 4th of the year (5 inc christmas) not that often, but always a thrill the secret is to choose a day when theres little wind as its when you get out that it eats you the sun was astonishingly, almost worryingly, warm… i dried off in plein air, just a woolly bobble hat and unsoggy skimpies, sunbathing promptly fell asleep as for sorting the larder… i started off just looking for the fresh coffee, couldn’t find it… got carried away astonishing how much stubborn crap accumulates… found stuff buried deep deep i hadn’t seen in 8 years… had been wondering where the jewell encrusted mask of tutankhumun had gone too!
Celsius 233.77… Bonfire of the Vanities* A dowdy cloudy pleasant Devon day, birds tweetle twerping in the trees above, with anticipation of the spring, so i got on with the hugely satisfying task of burning ALL of my old Morning Pages Thats about 7 or 8 years worth, written in long hand, with an ink pen, usually florid but scratchy purple ink… I don’t do them every day, that’d be daft(!), i mean i have far too many healthy / time consuming morning practices, but still its usually about once or twice a week… burnt them all the way right up to todays squib. hurrah!! i was thinking have i only completed 12 volumes? but still at heart being a geek boy i did the maths: 80 pages each book is 160 sides x 12… 1920 sides, 3 a day so thats 640 days worth… 1 day takes me about 20 mins, so 213.333 hours of writing = 8.88888 F***ing days!! So if i started now and wrote for 8.88888 days non stop, well my ink splotted finger would ache…but THAT is how much deeply engrained almost etched effort i burnt, ha! and gosh it sounds like a hugely fortuitous number, presume it would be popular in china?… also think i might well apply to join the KLF? they done burn stuff good! Oh just to clarify Morning Pages aren’t anything exciting like sordid gossip strewn diaries, sadly not, they’re a practice from the Artists Way just write any old crap, splurge, get it out, get it out the way, loosen up, Art is process… let it flow! mine are usually a pastiche of Morissey and Alan Bennet, but, yeah, blander!… ‘Why does nobody love me, forlorn, forsooth, my tea cup rattleth, why do i love nobody, is that the postman delivering letters to next door?… but never to me’ … etc for 8.888 days Aw in truth away from the absurd lurid-o-delic falsehood world of facebook: better i burn them than leave them for the kids to do so one day… i did do a small serious ritual to the elements, let things go, eh, gotta be good x …………. hmm not often you get footnotes in a facebook post! bonus *fahrenheit 451 (obvs!) ** Savonarola! i’m thinking Apocalyptic Medici Florence … not Tom Wolfe… far too much of an intellectual snob, tho i did love Elctric Kool Aid Acid Test when a youthful hippy!
hey mr influencer… profound apols couldn’t resist creating this monstrosity… when alan partridge meets the kardashians x
them be all the notebooks i burnt, beautiful gaudiness… aw i don’t know how to change my profile pic x
oh and just from genuine curiosity, if anyone who does morning pages ever meanders past here… what do you do with your old volumes? burning would seem to be the most poetic response?
aww gotta love summer in the 90’s, with all its golden sea sepia nostalgia glow! the slightly unusual combo of me, Raymondo, Mum and baby Nick, on the walk to polperro hmm must be 94? gulp nearly a quarter of a century ago… Mel over from Miami, so i’m just back from Praha? or more likely the caves in Granada? just before South America any roads
as i sit here eating ‘dinner’, organic avocado, popcorn hot from the pan and some sweet chilli sauce (do what you want kids!), easy to stumble into the trope ‘where did it all go wrong?’, but, ha, actually it all went rather marvelously well, time just passed, not the same as saying, there aren’t so so many things i wish had gone differently, but actually such a blessed existence! x
interspersed with comments from mole!
ha! blooming hope not, but a man muddling thru his maudlin’ young molefred x
i’m currently perusing the internet for 900mm quadrant shower doors, so clearly the glory days are on their way! x
ooh thanks, aw you’ve set my heart tap dancing with your tip top tap top tips! whoops gone a bit dr zeuss x
we look like supergrass! kinda… and who could argue with: ‘we are young, we run free, we’ve got teeth nice and clean…’
dita: Baz! You’ve been exactly like that!!!! (You still are 😉 but it’s funny to see your 90´s face again! Pusa!
aw ditka (ditichku?!), i laughed when i saw this one, it is exactly my praha face and the clothes! ear shaped shell necklace, my favourite ever pink and purple jumper and such astonishing luxuriance of hair! bouffant goooood times… come visit me and the ocean this summer xx
