Aw such a wonderful, beautiful, profoundly intimate story of a relationship between two genius creatures (man and octopus) and the nuanced, calibrated world of the kelp forests…
If you love the sea, or are just cephalopod like curious about the world watch it!
Thanks to the many friends who recommended
just the trailer for blog
as much Gospel as Reggae… a song seemingly around forever
and yet before today i never quite knew it was about a barometer… when the pressure drops a hurricane is coming.. meteorological instruments rule!
“It’s a song about revenge, but in the form of karma: If you do bad things to innocent people, then bad things will happen to you. The title was a phrase I used to say. If someone done me wrong, rather than fight them like a warrior, I’d say: ‘The pressure’s going to drop on you.'”— Frederick ‘Toots’ Hibbert
sunny day vibes go gentle
harken to the sea sound! part balter, mostly lullaby
an undulant mothering tongue, of swoosh, babble, seethe
telling you your beautiful… and that its chips for tea*
‘pebble with fingers’
i love the way pebbles just loll about doing nothing… forever… obdurate gobstoppers of eternity!
this eye like beach find, nary a blink in all the years i’ve had it
beach smoothed, soused by waves, jostled with its kin, until silken to the touch, finger invisible but for the gentle weight of its heft and clout
ah the natural human necessity for story, to tether all things in the weave of narrative… stones tho cheerfully endure and out live these concerns…
‘doing ma thing, the big no thing!’
can imagine our forebears, loitering on these shores, waist deep, sea waded, harvesting mussels and barnacles into reed woven baskets
one stops, stoops, plucks just such a stone, to take back to the shelter.. there is never a why… this definably human characteristic, discernment,
‘that stone, no need for others’, beguiled by intrigue, creatures of slender delight, beauty and whim
…. oops late for work, but do enjoy the opportunity to bilge! ha… laterzzz
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‘obdurate gobstoppers of eternity’… lawks where was my head at… a phrase to roll around the mouth, like a pebble, or, erm a gobstopper
are all languages so synesthesia onomatopoeic? try saying the word ‘boulder’ and not touch/taste/feel a huge globular stone nestled within your yawning maw
ha! thanks!… i think… i know there’s is a always a dictum/homily for ‘plain speaking’, yet if your nature is to be an obfuscator-y psued, well then, best embrace it!
… preferable to being an obscure prude?
if you have nowt to say, then cover that bluster with a grandiloquent crescendo
tho, as the world is frequently about patterning, more like a beaky beady crow, here see these words lined up in a row? peck, scuttle, peck… rearrange them… just so
anyway hope your enjoying these blackberry and elderberry filled days! xx
i was actually thinking about buddha, zen gardens, the stones all Reiki-ed into rows
my kids usually just smile kindly and indulgently, whilst muttering ‘doofus’ under their breath… often an appropriate response
‘Nose and Knob’ September 2020… you choose whom is which
Aah as blear autumn oozes up around us no ‘gardener’ can resist the urge of probiscus phallic squashes… The essence of Esther Rantzen stalks the land ‘thats life’ x