was just
talking by the fire, calm heart/hearth talk and de-stress. am happy to be the right
person to call on in that regard. mulch. an interesting subject. S G’s site. what a lovely little house. the place is
half way along the borlin valley, about 8 miles east of bantry. i was perusing
"uncivilization" and dark mountain project. interesting. came across
an article/review of gary snyder, poet of mention, there. stumbled across a site called, "the arc convention.org".
"arc"; alternative research convention/ england. paddy day festive in
bantry. no big deal. i was up till 6... again. related to recent long phone talks, the word,
"housewife" echoed in mind while cooking. and the concept
struck me as absurd, in that, how can "a female being" be possibly
wedded to ..."a box"!? whether concrete, wood, or cardboard, a house
is a sort of box. like,"oh she's not my "wife" she married a box
you know". "oh, i'm sorry to hear that"...." but
then i did once go out with a basket case". i walked out beyond the westlodge today to look at a hill.
just to look. curious. looked and came back.
bantry house was actually open. i look forward to coming at the grand-piano
from a new angle. listened to a lot of pianists, (celtic piano,
anybody...?) not impressed people are all following dots and fall straight into
off-the-peg cliche modes before they even sit down. no matter how technically
competent. even the famous micheal o'suilleabhain. people just do more of what
they've heard before. very odd. i might get the pleiadians to send me
some unheard of celtic improvisations. feed that into the irish grapevine and
smoke it. ! i mean... it might have a bit of a pleiadian
"bloss" ( i think is the term traditionalists use, must be irish
word, spelled different, with a "fada".. on it.) but the pleiades is
in the taurus constellation and astrologers say eire is governed by taurus.
must be why they grow cows instead of food. i think ireland is
"governed" by self serving idiots, ("eejits" as they say.) but
don't mind. barry o'banana , the prez will soon be turned into a peach. all
pear-shaped anyway. fruitcakes. "i guess" then, the revolution should
be called "a harvest festival". here i go, another attack of spontaneous
literacy from the higher shelf. "how to contact your higher shelf".
get a ladder. ". . . thanking the terton of two-ossist (and co.
(inc.)) for her gracious human kindness and nurtureness. i am honoured your
honour. and add; anything that was ever "wrong" with us is precisely
what was and is always and ever will be, always right with us." after all,
we should know, it's always been and is, "right WITH, us".
(forgive capitals.) (the damn romans!). not to mention "Das
Capital" ! was musing... funny the similarity between
"good"/"evil" &"god"/"devil".....only
1 letter different. went to bed, thinking; no way, no gods, no
devils, no lucifers. bullshit concepts. like "putting legs on
a snake". only the mystical mystery of the beauty of what we
foolishly call "nature". and we are that.~~~~ conceptions are conceptual
no matter how immaculate. if it's not one thing it's amother.~~~~ groovy
dreams.~~~~ "m" *
artwork :
hillside pines, martin law, 1995
digital play by pan, wfp for moo
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