Author: basgallop

selkie selfies
like everyone at this time of year, i have become a creature of Spirulina, Rainbows, Mermaid and Starling Murmuration
benign balm of a day out there! listening to ullysses at the mo, so, as joyce would have it, ‘The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea’
any sussex sea-siders… if ever you’ve wanted the bragging rights of having brisk swum sea in january… today is the day. do it!
admittedly i veer towards the more warm hearted blubberous side, but genuinely tis not cold at all

Happy Solstice… Radiant colours n contours of the sun… On my way to singing…. Almost took a snap of the despondency earlier, low down, as cars hurtled thru puddles, past the bus stop, midst the gloom, but I was too splash soaked to be bothered
Yes I know many of you would have voted for a puddle with panache, on these the brief days when the serpent swallows the sun. But hey! Colour daub hope

Rain-shine. winters afternoon atop the cliffs, swoon yearning opalescence of the cloud kingdom above, a small boat below… the dark featheriness of a rain squall out on the ocean, yet also light swarms through a gap in the clouds, sparkle tantalises on the sea
pleasantly yin and yang…. yeah, tho but a slightly duff phone pic… reminds me of Manley-Hopkins God’s Grandeur ‘It will flame out, like shining from shook foil’.. lines in which i can synaesthesia see the metallic rattle… gotta love the pomp of British Romanticism!
Granular Universe, mottled of texture, all things arise, come into being, blossom, then fade… Swayambhunath, the amazing temple in Kathmandu, it’s name apparently means ‘Self Arisen’, a sacred flame lotus rising up out of the eternal lake
these the slightly woolly mammoth muddled thoughts which help me sleep at night… best not to focus… totally gutted by the election result. obvs
a rare and unexpected day of utter idleness… a spot of light dusting, followed by lolloping around in sloth and lassitude… what these days of darkness require… wishing ya all a genteel and mellow Sunday x

these the days of murk, thin winter gruel, the dwindling of light… mould, rot, cankour, muck … tho gotta love the rich loamy fungal reek of the woods sunk beneath autumn!
the strident clarion of the morning alarm… summons only reluctance… why should I? much rather nestle down midst the palaver of duvet… world please bugger orf!
heres me, up at mums, indulging the forlorn, in most best-est Romantic poet clobber, a jaunt down to the river mole… tho this autumn has been somewhat bereft, short on glorious sunshine, leaf scuffle days
and yet, as always, what nary ever the season, fun to be glugged… yesterday i made it for singing, haven’t been in yonks, the usual exuberant shimmy and sway… coffee, vegan cake, friends, then ended up raving early, 7pm in the room up atop marwoods. boogie preposterous! fab! xx