Author: basgallop

garnered the last of the tomato harvest, not bad to keep going till all souls day, deep within this season of decrepitude (yep november), harvest may be a tad grandiose for plucking the remaining, four mildewed looking specimens.. and the last lettuce is decidedly iceberg
the magnificent writhe of life! ok, you have to sustain the correct benevolent conditions, earth, this much sunshine, that much water… but the depth and integrity of living soil, plant a seed and see what is coaxed, is conjured forth from the mud, a miracle of the mundane, literally, that of the world
same soil, but a kaleidoscopic diversity, plant basil for flagrant aroma… tomato, the rotund pushed out plumpness of its sheen.. courgette, the veined swagger of its orange flower
always, we can only greet, with flung about amazement, this the summoning forth, (teleology??),
the beauty, the pure becoming of what must be
and for us? pricked with a speck of light, the seed soul buried deep within?

went for a walk in friston forest, stomp thru mud, the trees in their dun autumn raiment ‘down amongst the dead men. feathers in their head men, pow wow’… popped by the church hidden deep within the woods, to admire the jacobean monument, piety with a flounce of ruffs, the inevitable memento mori skull, but perched high up on top, a carving of a rather gleeful looking spotty dog.
on leaving S noticed a butterfly trapped, struggling to free itself from a cobweb, high, high up on the church wall, so there we were (me aware of the slightly heavy handed symbolism), standing outside an ancient flint church, lobbing sticks skywards, not the full force hurtle of trying to knock a bushel of raw conkers down, but with the intention of precision, of gentleness
eventually… one hundred and eighty… the butterfly was freed, it flopped, wafting down, a tortoiseshell, i held it in my hands, on the outside camouflaged as a drab leaf, it opened its wings, brazen orange, vibrantly patterned… and flew away. Happy Halloween

susan seddon boulet

Richard Basgallop long winded as ever, but gonna dance in a church in a graveyard tonight. whOooOo, very scooby doo! met a huge toad this morning, have gathered all the witches familiars! …. thinking rather obviously (and thankfully abstractly) about death, not only will one day we die, but everybody we love, everything we know, will pass into darkness… beyond even the promise of spring, of the souls rebirth, or the endless beautiful re-patterning of form… and yes, this is the way it must be

aww terry callier died

tweetle beetle battle! had a tongue twister race with my daughter, yestereve, gallumphing through sections of fox in socks. full spate, moon hurtle, i won by a mile (not that i’m competitive, no siree!) but verily i am the bradley wiggins of gibberish, the lance armstrong of free style contortion gabbling! err um yes! gorgeous sunshine hurrah!

ooh just realised i didn’t leave the house at all yesterday! which would have been a common occurence on a sunday, back in the days (nay years!) of dubious debauchery
but instead i got up early and err umm pottered in a staid, mundane and mostly pleasant manner. hurrah for maturity! hurrah for complacency!
spruce myself up with some harmonious teenage angst… indeed it is very much winter… ‘hello darkness my old friend’
right before i get on with stuff, best test my mettle against the vaster world outside – B&Q … B aaaggh Q? off to buy a key for the Radiator, to bleed the bleeding Radiators… whats it like out there? x

garfunkel before his hair exploded!

back from a lovely few days in london, the unlikely, but fab, juxtaposition of time spent in ally pally with amma …then straight off to meet Finn and his fellow city toilers in canary wharfe. proud of our son… wheras with amma, its usually for me, a gentle, opening, powerful energy, of course it bought up many things (pos not for a facebook status), but primarily love, bliss, nowt but a huge beaming Thank You! x

Richard Basgallop hmm just tried turning on the heating for the first time this year, but don’t seem to want to happen, probably i’ve just forgotten some immensely important switch? scratches head…oh well, otherwise i’ll just have to beam radiance all night… wooly hat and thermal long john vibes x
27 October at 20:40 · Like

Jo I love Amma!
27 October at 20:58 · Like

Leah How was your experience with Amma?
27 October at 22:05 · Like

Emma Ahhhh, beautiful lady. Hope she gave you a BIG cuddle!

oooh i just had to sign a document (just a domain registration) by squiggling with a mouse on the computer screen. coo-o-o-l ! …..it must be said it looked nothing like my usual bold scrawl, which i always darn near engrave.. the fierceness of my determination, the folly of that never letting go jaw grip, in fact, it was but a paltry shadow of my signature, as tho infected with a bout of keatsian palsy… all his poems mention palsy at least 5 times!.. i digress… electroslugnature! some how i resisted the urge to squiggle a smiley face, retaining the all important beaureacratic mind set… but where will it end??? etch-a-sketch birth certificates. yep.

Richard Basgallop
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs;
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
22 October at 12:21 · Like

Richard Basgallop aw rather beautiful words from jk…. ode to a nightingale
22 October at 12:23 · Like

Richard Pendry Electroslugnature. Great band name.
22 October at 13:30 · Like

Richard Basgallop ha. lets do it! you can play your ukelele, and i’ll oh i don’t know have a bash at the kazoo or maracas… what was your lovely carved instrument called a mugwump? began with m anyway

does anyone actually like the taste of spirulina? be honest.. of course i love the fact that drinking it makes me feel that i will live FOREVER! plus the name is so beautiful, as i say it i feel my head turning gently in giddy spirals, the colour? a sumptous, vibrant gorgeous blue green, in fact i am easily able to convince myself i am drinking the primordial ooze of the creature from the black lagoon.. algae algernon… but the taste. gak.

Thilaka Rather that than wheat grass (barf) any day…. I like to call it an earthy taste… feels better 🙂
20 October at 10:01 · Like

Richard Basgallop ooh haven’t tried that one, sounds err loamy? you’ve sold it to me, something that foul must have harmonious medicinal orgone-o-spheric properties x
20 October at 10:05 · Like

Richard Basgallop drinking spirulina reminds me a teensy bit of san pedro, powerful connotations
20 October at 10:07 · Like

Richard Basgallop looking at the pic, why i’ve most certainly had days like that. ‘oi. get your grubby paws off spirulina breath!’.. sigh… reluctant frump! .. gawd ranting on my own status (again), much to do, theres some corking creature from the black lagoon photos out there tho peeps!
20 October at 10:11 · Like

Richard Basgallop ha! blimey been a long while since i’ve snarfed (is that a word?) a shot of tequila… bug eyed and bleary, wheat grass slammers at 5:00 in the morning …anyone? xxx
20 October at 15:07 · Like · 1

Carl barley grass juice powder is quite tasty x
20 October at 15:19 · Like

Richard Basgallop i shall have to give it a whirl, ta, a whole world of herbal delights out there to sample x
20 October at 15:22 · Like

Carl juice powder rather than just powder…much better in every way