paddle around the pier with Marie, May, Rachel and Martin
a somewhat slow gallery!
channeling the vibe of timmy mallet, that odd bloke from jamiroquai… and err a salsa loving deckchair… me, marie, may and the Russian salsa puppeteer … at the end of paddle around the pier… baile baile! more snaps tagged later, no doubt x
went to see a fascinating talk by Dennis McKenna yesterday, hosted by club imaginal he covered an impressive coagulation of material in 2 hours, mostly with aplomb… occasionally at a plod… consciousness and psychedelics i came away with the notion that perceived reality is a mental construct, the realm we inhabit a symbolic hallucination that and the extent to which we, and all living things are, whether we realise it or not, in profound symbiosis with the plants not new ideas, but well expressed… as with many of these talks some of the science is speculative (a smidgin spurious)… but dennis equally stressed the importance of poetic insight are the plant guides external or internal? he was refreshingly agnostic about that a priviledge to have the opportunity to see and hear these counter cultural icons… not quite the firebrand like his brother, but 50 years working in the field of ethno botany is an impressive haul me.. wafflesome as ever, was still thinking of it this morning, marshland awash with mallows, bike got a puncture so a long purple push in which to admire them! fractal pink blush of blackberry blossom, the purple tinge to the thorns, stain and harbringer of the coloured fruit to come ‘amongst ungulants’, as soon as our hominid anscestors left the cradle of our arboreal home, dabbling with fire, following the herds, curious mushroom guzzlers, consciousness flowering, dwell midst this the radiant (528) frequency of hathor
olga da polga! the guinea pig with a dramatic flair and a penchant for elaborating almost everything many guffaws as a child… and in turn reading them to my kids oh and he wrote paddington too… RIP
ha! born to everyones suprise on ants birthday, tittlemouses oedipal relationship with his mother founded a dynasty, before being banished to live out his days munching grass in grannys park… sounds like something out of caligula … but the guineas were fab! x
happy solstice! may fire and passion blaze forever in your hearts … and if your british, wear red knickers on your head and prance around an ancient stone circle at dawn (again) just back from a 5Rhythms crew overnight adventure jaunt to the stones how was stonehenge? bizarre, motley, chaotic and really rather wonderful! yes of course everybody and their grandmother was there, waving there phones in the air (ever on trend i managed 6 grainy snaps) in the dark hours before dawn too many geezers meandering… but buried within it all, why firstly the stones themselves, ancient, warm, soft and pulsating, freckled with lichen, fluffy with moss giving back all the lush heat of the day, and yes some of the drumming was incessant and tedious… but then for an hour, lost midst the supple gyre of looping rhythms, arms flung high to the dark night sky, ullulating to the sarsen stones looming large overhead, together later dancing up the sun with the krishnas, whilst everyone peers like meerkats, waiting awaiting away to the east and finally a shared moment at the altar stone… a circle of us, hands touching, forehead softly nestled to the rock… exhausted, remembering, tears on my cheek… fare well, dwell long beloved soul in these the summer lands of the spirit a wordless hug with a soft, beautiful stranger ha! and the voyage there and back, frazzled in arundel tea rooms … stone circles are amazing… four and a half thousand years! our land, all of us, wherever we are from, a privilege and a treat to be amongst them right off to dance… waagh
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ha! i wish, sadly not, nor is it hand woven by dryads, from spider skein under the lambent light of the beltane fool moon? no, you know me a vision in lurid polyester and cheap nylons… my soul is 100% acrylic… charity shop find some years back xx
WOW! that is a gobsmacking result, extraordinary!! young people voted… in their droves… and they voted SOCIALIST, hurrah! well done!!! (sayeth grandpa, and wouldn’t classify myself as a socialist) and this against a backdrop of the ukip vote imploding and mostly trundling to the conservatives kudos to corbyn, personally i thought he had no chance, michael foot rebooted may is toast! stayed up far too late, and lewes result was pants, so near in hastings, bad luck but look at what happened in all the brighton constituencies!!! huge swings, personal mandates for caroline lucas and peter kyle, and a strong victory in kemp town…. brilliant!
death to Maggot Tatcher! Vote Red, Vote Green! Vote Beetroot! Kali Yurga!? and errm in my case vote lib dem! its newhaven/lewes, only chance of ousting the evil incumbent… ‘go tim’… said noone ever i always like election day, a jolly georgian affair of rotton boroughs, rosettes and hope… sadly its usually the day after which is forever devastating visceral disgust at the tories, they sicken me… i tried to do a whirling dervish dance in the church last night, but rather than reaching the usual ecstatic bliss, just felt queasy and nauseous as tho i’d accidentally swallowed a tory election leaflet, or the front page of many of the tabloids? personally i’d vote green, as what we’re recklessly doing to the planet is my gravest concern, plus i love the swashbuckling romanticism… and caroline lucas is genuinely brilliant and inspiring i appreciate only a few of my friends would actually vote tory… and i struggle to comprehend it, but i guess thats part of me being a middle aged, middle class intellectual, when your life is awash with privilege and benign circumstances, hard to imagine a different world view… even tho their completely utterly WRONG! ha! i’ve mostly ignored the election, i know where i stand, but the couple of times i’ve seen jezza, have to say he’s had a really good election… focused, coherent, passionate, benign oh well, all will be as it will be do get out and vote tho… its a beautiful thing, an honour to be able to do so … and vote green!
oblig (as opposed to obliga-TORY!) polling day snap, tho due to govt cutbacks we can no longer afford any eyes
tho as the lad has a cold, he wouldn’t do the suggested ‘power to the people’ stance… spoilsport… kids of today!
Russet and peach, the soft subtle colours of Woodbury hill fort just before the rain, red Devon soil overlaid with last years leaf mulch and the skein husk from fresh beech leaves… the deep groove of Iron Age fortification, now overgrown with wriggle rooted trees…. beneath the canopy of lustrous green… nature mingled with the ancient, the sacred… plus inevitable selfie x
