i’ve just joined the green party! come on in the waters lovely!… tho i expect, as often the case with pond life, may prove somewhat lurid green algae hued
£31 a year fully waged, £10 low waged, bargain
it’s actually somewhat of a suprise to me that i’m not a member already (never been of any particular party)
despite campaigning for the greens for my mate henners in the vauxhall byelection back in very early 90’s, that was a hoot, and first green ever to retain the deposit!
like many progressives in this country turned off politics primarily as its a bit crap always being on the losing side… bludgeoned by the repressive hegemony of the right ever since i can remember! tho obv relative affluence has shielded me from the worst of it
anyway being positive i think the green party is ideal for me… single issue focused on the climate change … the juggernaut hurtling towards human civilisation, yet also with the sense of an overview, whilst realising the importance of, and even cherishing connectedness
i have immense respect for local mp (sadly not my mp) caroline lucas… who is to my mind: passionate, dignified and pragmatic… and yeah i appreciate its easier when your the only mp and would struggle to schism with yourself
like everyone i’ve been thinking about politics a lot since the referendum… the green party is the one i have most congruence with, it concurs with many (but not all) aspects of my identity
in that i am progressive, white, english, middle class, middle aged, graduate… which is very much not the same as saying you need to be any of these things to support the green party
truth be told, had the world, my world, stayed the same as the 1970’s Surrey one i grew up in, then i would quite happily have been a liberal, Orange is a great colour, wandered around well meaning in my socks and sandals, supporting anyone who is to the left of the tories…
the referendum result is to my eye a disaster, i feel angry and hurt about it, but yeah, need to move on, its just damaging and exhausting
In May the tories have found one of the few people in their camp who will pull the trigger and have no scruples about it yeuchhhh!
I can’t imagine there will be an election for 3 years, Scotland will leave, and Rump Britain will be, if possible, more Right wing than ever
to a large extent its my kids generation who will have to find their way through the mess… sorry
my main concern, like many folk, is the rise of a populist ‘working class’ right wing movement… i would dearly love to see a strong left wing alternative to that… wish corbyn well with it… for various reasons, i don’t feel thats my fight…
somewhat concerned by my ability to ‘other’ those who don’t agree or are different to me… particularly the white working class… it goes back to school… we should all be mindful of those tendencies
its importance to acknowledge the limitations and bias in our own position, yet still say what we feel to be true
permaculture, yoga, buddhism, ecstatic dance, hugging, singing… will these save the world? probably not, depending on your perspective, i doubt if you’ve grown up in the shanty towns of the developing world you’d think that,
or for that matter many parts of britain away from the luxury of the cozy cocoon of brighton
but these things are a lot of fun and might, if we’re mindfull and try to remain open and optimistic, actually do some good
valueing words (whilst misspelling valuing!) , i’m not a big fan of slogans, ha, my fave from the student demos when i was young was the gay rights one ‘we’re up, we’re out, we’re not going shopping!’
anyway thats enough of politics from me… said… as always… exactly what you’d expect me to say… and somewhat long windedly
but yeah ‘see you on the barricades’… i’ll be wearing glitter and waving a flower and a dayglo buddha, and probably won’t last long, but see you on the barricades
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sleepy devon
ha! meanwhile in sleepy devon, midst all the turmoil, the gastropod faction is taking over!
just got a very sorry looking ‘damaged’ late birthday card from my kid sis, with an accompanying official Royal Mail apology letter
“…slugs and snails still occasionally manage to creep into the apertures, fall down into the box and start eating the glue/adhesive on the stamps and envelopes… i am sorry for any problems caused by this unusual ‘tampering’ and while…”
they’re coming for us! and they’re eating our words, nibbling through our notions, yes i say eating our wor..
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ali
RIP
was only talking about him with mum and dad the other day, they saw the young ali train in ghana back in 64… the year before i was born… wowsers
he was their, already with a burgeoning interest in pan african and civil rights issues… (thanks flaps for showing me the lrb article, pic probs nigeria on same trip)
oh and as someone else pointed out watch ‘when we were kings’, a fascinating, beautiful film… in his pomp such a gabble and flamboyant swagger!
okey doke tweed jacket costume on… wedding bound xxx
referendum
eu referendum polling card belly flopped through the letterbox this morning
i shall be voting to remain
not (of course!) for specifically rational reasons, tho probably some of those exist, in brief, i am passionately pro european, having been fortunate enough to live in various countries in europe, wish to do so again and would like my kids to have that wonderful opportunity too
furthermore i love the fact that folk from other countries can come and live and work here, French, German, Spanish, Portugese, Polish, Czech, Lithuanians etc… exotic polyglot cultural bamboozlement!
they’ve bought so much vibrancy and fun to the frequently staid british culture and greatly enriched my life
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and yes i appreciate that the referendum is not specifically about this…. also that the european union is profoundly flawed, that it innately panders to vested corporate interests
but hey ho, what if we do opt out as murdoch and so many others on the ultra right wish us to do? which is worse? the eu or the abhorrent evil of this current conservative government… archetype of all the worst aspects of crony capitalism
not much of a choice in truth! sadly i don’t expect to see a checkbox for ‘click here for socialist utopia’ on the ballot form
disregarding cameron, osborne and their constant evil disgusting fear mongering, both the greens and the labour party are in favour of remaining
… politico/economic issues aside, i personally feel it is also a battle of stories…. yeah, yeah the media feeds us so much of that old person stodge ‘britain, island nation, once was great, blah blah’… doubt that was ever true!
i live on the coast, if i go up to the cliffs on a clear night, grok at the abundant majesty of the stars… then, yes, see somewhere in the distance the orange neon glow of the lights of france! .. turn the other way, can i see London? nope just the blooming incinerator
(this may not be strictly true, but round the coast a bit, you can see France from up by hastings castle).
the channel should be seen as something that connects, not something that divides, trade in the ancient world was by sea
the coast has always been an abundant realm of edge, with trade comes ideas, knowledge, culture… pizza … and philosophy
many of my ancestors came from over yonder there, a mongrel ancestry is always healthier, more interesting
… and our beautiful language? one which i take such delight in mangling! why we are blessed with twin strands in its very dna, anything in english can be said in words from either a brusque germanic tradition or using the waftier gabble of latinate language… groovy!
I would wish that our society, rather than being insular, inward looking, should face outwards, have a generous confidence in itself… to be welcoming to others, accepting of difference
… and yes, this should be true both with our european neighbours and the refugees and migrants camped on the doorstep…
oops i seem to have meandered off piste… nothing new there, nuff said… i’ll be voting to stay
nettle
season of the nettle… early morning (before work) foray up the hillside to snip some stingers!
sacred to mars, robust and bristling with vigour, midst the sweet succulence of spring… Red with Iron, they always flourish on disturbed ground… and love being around man… apparently the Romans brought them over… along with the sweet chestnut
can just see them trudging up Watling Street, through puddles, whilst munching on a nettle sandwich… ‘oi spartacus, youv’e got spinach, no nettle, stuck between your teeth… again’ … off to grapple with some celts (‘the long and winding woad!’)
anyway, midst the early morning dew i assumed the appropriate stance, beat my chest three times …. then gave them the finger… they appreciate such theatrical bawdiness
donned the sacred gauntlet, unsheathed the ceremonial knife (marigolds and blunt rusty scissors) and clipped away!
only the toppest freshest tips… a few years back i inflicted nettle soup on the kids and greta… gruel… so today its gonna be penne with nettle and walnut pesto
washed down with a swig of whiskey (doesn’t count if its straight from the bottle)… and some montezuma chilli chocolate. kinda yum! x
tulip
The Brute throttled Red of Tulips, do like a splash of colour in the park, drawn even deeper with the lack of sun
of course, the hillside plump with gorse, canary yellow, refulgent with the summer pong of coconut butter
over the brim, yes, the wild, wild grey dirge of the sea
Knight of Cups
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this morning, whilst daydream pottering over a cup of Mint and Liquorice tea
found myself being stared down by a cat through the window, Obsidian stillness, killer gaze
curious, goes deep, this the knowledge of being watched, for once we were hunters… and the sometimes hunted
i would prefer wolves? yes she will come, and there will be many
but before, face you down, a moment of stillness, you will know it will happen, you will know
but a leopard? face in the bush? part of that the nameless dread…
dropping silently from above, else stealth pounce, all claw, fang then rend… the candle wick of life, snuffed to nothingness
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yeah yeah psssssht, shoo… go poo in someone elses garden!…
ha, gosh gibberish, fortunately don’t get many leopards, or for that matter wolves round these thar parts
table tennis
These the weeks of leaf spawn
every branch, every tree, bud burgeoning forth, stickily, unfurling into a majesty of leaf and blossom
something of gossamer, a slither, a shimmer, each bush, coming into the pomp of full summer regalia
yesterday in surrey, midst the sunshine, the hillside awash with the blowsy froth spray of white blossoms
a tumult upon us! tho long the clandestine growth, a surreptitious summoning
each branch, so recently a brittle looking stick, dowdy within its surround of mud puddle, now, pulsing with lurid colour and vibrancy
the tweetle twerp of bird song!… rapture in miniature… the local, the particular… this is mine… yes! i am here!
whatever the creak of bone, the reluctance of limb, so too, this season always makes my heart sing
ha! i write the same thing every time, as does the spring… making, imagining, the same different same… its rhythmic, insistent beauty
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….. classic portmanteau post…. i finally turned the clock in the car forward… yes, as well you might have noticed, the seasons have changed
and heres Finns brief vid of ping pong… impressive he filmed anything one handed… just a genteel warm up, but such a reassuring sound the plunkety plonk… and i rather enjoyed the finale of his failed lunge and groan!
seedlings
ah my beautiful ickle teensy tomatina seedlings! doing well so far!… reared on nowt but love… and a page from Ulysses each and every morning, read in my broadest, softest faux brogue,
just so that they know, although we humans are insistent on meaning, that there lurks a beauty in the baffling
this life business is a doddle! just create beneficial circumstances, pour in sunshine and water… and all will flourish (then wither and die, yeah, yeah)
as true for you and me, as for the seedlings… here the right circumstances are household compost from the garden … think old toenail clippings… regurgitated bean burrito from 2012!
oh and then popped a few of last years toms, ooze gunk of seeds smeared over the top of the soil… hey presto!
… and for me?…hmmm … ah since a neanderthal munched down on the primordial proto cabbage leaf (‘where theres muck thers brassicas’… he was clearly a yorkshire hominid)
man has been straining at (and ate) vegetable metaphors… so enuff of that
mostly i like watching things grow whilst coding… beards… and stuff
right enough ruminating, off to buy cream puffs and cherry tart from the supermarket
wish me luck, tis peculiar out there, laid low with dismal snot cold i haven’t left the house since wednesday! x
‘april is the coolest mumpfz’
professor
i should have been a PROFESSOR! ahh the bitter sweet wail of a singular pang of remorse
professor of whatever? something gestalt weltscmerz zeitgeist schadenfreude! professor emeritus of eurhythmy and yodelling at the university of uuulan bator
i’d be in my lair, surrounded by fusty old books of spells, the mild pong of real ale and stale ganja… with a view down through the woods to the sea beyond
actually ulan bator is probs some way from the sea?… so mbe hawaii! or totnes! occasionally i’d listen to birdsong, roll up my sleeves and saunter off through the spring succulence, to deliver a lecture
decided all this during my mid afternoon candlelit bath…
the life of a freelancer, ostensibly this whim had been to help ‘resolve issues with my javascript objects, how they can be recalibrated to hoover up the remaining bitBytes’
instead lounged in a pool of patchouli, awash with regret
off to yoga, but when i’m back, all nidra(ed) out, i shall rummage through the sea chest and dust off my certificate ‘bsc hons chemistry, third class, university of exeter 1987’
and ponder on all that might have been… possibly a bit bored?