Monday, 14 May 2012
Saturday, 12 May 2012
Beware of the "new"sixties...
(continued), If I can't have my bit of unconditional peace, I plan to give them hell. An original member of what was once thought of as the smiling revolution, "The best little coup that the world has ever seen."
I just had a rant at my son. Not for pleasure I assure.When I speak to him I feel as though I am speaking to a whole generation worldwide. God only knows if he gets me, it has to be by conduct seen, not as is currently favoured , by a solely academic grasp of the working mans lexicon.I am calming down a bit now. I don't like getting so angry. It's a caring loving thing you know.He tells me in agreement to my observation that we are witnessing an entropy of the common language , a mutation if you will. I play around with words a bit saves the reader from getting too dried out. It is rare that I deform my syntax to the point where intended meaning is obscured. I write for want of a platform from where I may speak and be comfortably received. I use a different narrative strategy in the written word on the internet. I would prefer to speak. Moreso, I would prefer to relate through the medium of my music. With pictures, won't you all be thrilled and delighted.
One hopes folk wont get too bored with my offerings. Last World Music Tour, looks like It may become a manifest reality. I hope so. It will be a real shame if I am the only one playing. I have been waiting to meet with compatible ensemble for 46years.I would be recording solo by now flute and drum together had I not been smacked out
by bad policing in the U.K. I feel blessed by the sanctuary I have found in France. Toxic poison in over dose against all medical need has destroyed my good bodhran tunes. Since the unprovoked attack, my stamina has been shot to shit and my body goes into involuntary spasms, tardive dyskensia I heard tell it is called. So now I need a percussionist would be the right kind of calling. I have a stack of unresolved issues I would like to shove under the noses of the dominant U.K. institutional management. The music would help to make the bitter pill go down easier. Something to enjoy whilst they make a move to fix some very real problems. I can't afford to bear any more damage. So I wont be seen speaking on the streets in the Blighted Isle. To be told by a scumbag of a Swansea magistrate that my appearence and my voice constituted a crime. I have a lot of justifiably derogatory obsevations of The British System. They can blow their own trumpet now inP.C.triumphalism about what's so great about the place. So they do.No one is saying their face isn't clean. Well meaning is not well enough to be rated as healthy. The stink is coming from the most neglected parts. No, not Denmark.
Misuse of police sectioning powers under the mental health act is by the neglect of the offices of the crown a crime against humanity. It has been used "on the nod" for years without legal mandate. The permanent damage endured after Six unrelated instances of abuse will not be forgiven.
Teresa May , Take notice. Some one stick the issue of Human Rights abuse in front of her face and don't stop shoving till she has pulled her finger out to do something practical and humane about it or until she stands down from politics altogether.
I would be glad to help. Many others more vulnerable than I have ever been are now at risk. It is her department, innit, Home Sec. The stink that comes from her pants is clearly identifiable from here on the other side of the Quarantine moat. She wants to do away with the Human Rights Act.
Then may we defend our lives and fundamental freedoms by all legitimate means , including resorting in extremis to violence in opposition to the tyranny of the state? I know what I am saying, I pose the Question. I guess she would love to watch that on the telly.
As a victim of said abuse I have been put in a position where first hand evidence was collected. I passed up the opportunity to bring a case to court on the grounds of Medical Negligence , because the issue at hand was not a medical problem. I wasn't sick.Racially specific toxic medicine was misused in unmitigated prejudice to my natural rights and against the best interest of my health and peace of mind. When Institutions act without legal mandate. Turning a blind eye and covering up for wrong doers within them, (not wishing to denegrate their self promoting propaganda, of course).
In the incident of which I write. the big players , the criminals for want of a more accurate description are the Pembrokeshire and Derwen N.H.S.Trust and the Haverfordwest police in concert. Others need to be alerted to the risks that they as a collective pose . For the record, I am "Other". Just one of many potentially vulnerable thousands at the very least. The effort has to be applied from the top down if beneficial lasting progress is to be made. The moribund dynasty has acted as though it was beyond reproach, objection to discredited and unmandatible unreconstructed attitudes since Empire's fading days of glory. I am not blaming Lizzie. I am blaming her loyal subjects. Moreover specifically I blame the Offices of her government.
The degree of their neglect of Duty of Care amounts to Incitement to treason.
I will leave you with that for now. More later.
I just had a rant at my son. Not for pleasure I assure.When I speak to him I feel as though I am speaking to a whole generation worldwide. God only knows if he gets me, it has to be by conduct seen, not as is currently favoured , by a solely academic grasp of the working mans lexicon.I am calming down a bit now. I don't like getting so angry. It's a caring loving thing you know.He tells me in agreement to my observation that we are witnessing an entropy of the common language , a mutation if you will. I play around with words a bit saves the reader from getting too dried out. It is rare that I deform my syntax to the point where intended meaning is obscured. I write for want of a platform from where I may speak and be comfortably received. I use a different narrative strategy in the written word on the internet. I would prefer to speak. Moreso, I would prefer to relate through the medium of my music. With pictures, won't you all be thrilled and delighted.
One hopes folk wont get too bored with my offerings. Last World Music Tour, looks like It may become a manifest reality. I hope so. It will be a real shame if I am the only one playing. I have been waiting to meet with compatible ensemble for 46years.I would be recording solo by now flute and drum together had I not been smacked out
by bad policing in the U.K. I feel blessed by the sanctuary I have found in France. Toxic poison in over dose against all medical need has destroyed my good bodhran tunes. Since the unprovoked attack, my stamina has been shot to shit and my body goes into involuntary spasms, tardive dyskensia I heard tell it is called. So now I need a percussionist would be the right kind of calling. I have a stack of unresolved issues I would like to shove under the noses of the dominant U.K. institutional management. The music would help to make the bitter pill go down easier. Something to enjoy whilst they make a move to fix some very real problems. I can't afford to bear any more damage. So I wont be seen speaking on the streets in the Blighted Isle. To be told by a scumbag of a Swansea magistrate that my appearence and my voice constituted a crime. I have a lot of justifiably derogatory obsevations of The British System. They can blow their own trumpet now inP.C.triumphalism about what's so great about the place. So they do.No one is saying their face isn't clean. Well meaning is not well enough to be rated as healthy. The stink is coming from the most neglected parts. No, not Denmark.
Misuse of police sectioning powers under the mental health act is by the neglect of the offices of the crown a crime against humanity. It has been used "on the nod" for years without legal mandate. The permanent damage endured after Six unrelated instances of abuse will not be forgiven.
Teresa May , Take notice. Some one stick the issue of Human Rights abuse in front of her face and don't stop shoving till she has pulled her finger out to do something practical and humane about it or until she stands down from politics altogether.
I would be glad to help. Many others more vulnerable than I have ever been are now at risk. It is her department, innit, Home Sec. The stink that comes from her pants is clearly identifiable from here on the other side of the Quarantine moat. She wants to do away with the Human Rights Act.
Then may we defend our lives and fundamental freedoms by all legitimate means , including resorting in extremis to violence in opposition to the tyranny of the state? I know what I am saying, I pose the Question. I guess she would love to watch that on the telly.
As a victim of said abuse I have been put in a position where first hand evidence was collected. I passed up the opportunity to bring a case to court on the grounds of Medical Negligence , because the issue at hand was not a medical problem. I wasn't sick.Racially specific toxic medicine was misused in unmitigated prejudice to my natural rights and against the best interest of my health and peace of mind. When Institutions act without legal mandate. Turning a blind eye and covering up for wrong doers within them, (not wishing to denegrate their self promoting propaganda, of course).
In the incident of which I write. the big players , the criminals for want of a more accurate description are the Pembrokeshire and Derwen N.H.S.Trust and the Haverfordwest police in concert. Others need to be alerted to the risks that they as a collective pose . For the record, I am "Other". Just one of many potentially vulnerable thousands at the very least. The effort has to be applied from the top down if beneficial lasting progress is to be made. The moribund dynasty has acted as though it was beyond reproach, objection to discredited and unmandatible unreconstructed attitudes since Empire's fading days of glory. I am not blaming Lizzie. I am blaming her loyal subjects. Moreover specifically I blame the Offices of her government.
The degree of their neglect of Duty of Care amounts to Incitement to treason.
I will leave you with that for now. More later.
Friday, 11 May 2012
The yard is looking tidy...
The project is a far cry from completion. Don't be too critical of the levelness of the walls they are still going up. The edifice will be less obvious once shrubs trees and flowers are integrated into the structure.. Camera images will just have to do ya till you get here in person. I don't expect anyone to see things my way , I'll reserve that privelege for meself.
Panic over, I have found it...
Put my flute down for a minute. It disappeared from mind. I had already gone through my litany of what or who could have "lost it for me". Waz getting into sulky reveries about what the omen may mean. Luck was with me, Anne-Sophie found it. There will be a few more tunes to come before the tube cracks up completely, in the mean time I have a rake of sticky tape at the ready.
Protection for the tomato plants...
Against the inevitable deluge of rain or hale. When the weather is good the covers are lifted up . the bags are held taut by strong stakes to prevent the wind from battering the plastic against the plants. The plants will outgrow the covers soon enough by then they will be robust enough to cope with the changeable weather. I can't say I like the look, but the results are good.
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
The Institute of Imagination...
Do I want to "buy" in to the institute of imagination? A "think tank"? Using Blake as their iconic spiritual guru (he's dead you know) he may be used to serve anyones vested interest, his poetry is personal and thus open in review to diverse interpretation.I am not slithering back to the old european enlightenment; Nor do I think that Blake himself would wish me to. I am both plagued and blessed by the burden of my own personal vision. Investing in an institution which I may not call home . I would doubt any member would duly profit from the expenditure of investing in the corporate leasehold or freehold of one floor of a house that Blake just happened to reside in once upon a time. The old Enlightenment gave Blake the luxury of a subject matter upon which he could muse paint and wax lyrical in print and spoken word in abhorrence but as an act of decadent self indulgence. My own little sack of inspired musings I keep stashed in the Department of Brilliant Ideas. Our Zero disposable income is invested in building at home that would accomodate and facilitate our own modest gifted talents. Forgive me , but from the moment of exposure to the link the notion of a real estate venture came to mind. I have one of those in my yard. Building the archeological mysteries of the future. Part one, Establishing firm foundation. The ongoing iz good. The initiation of a membership fee for fellowship of a thousand pounds , would if I had it to hand be better spent towards the acceleration of my own predictable advantage. Here I hold the serving ladle. The soup of me own wholesome devising. We control the means to keep that pot full by our own sustainable efforts and ensure equitable and humane distribution.
Subscription may come in time that is not my prime objective. What may be achieved with the lack of it first is where the hypotheses are proven. Principle is proven by Praxis. I am busy organising on getting the world surrounded. The Last World Tour being currently in favour. The threshold step has almost come to it's resting place.
Anne-Sophie has just completed her planning for this years vegetable garden. A scale Faeriel view no less. Feeling like we are architects of the Last World.They'll never have heard of us son, the only fellowship we need extends to our home table. That is the hub. The turning centre. Our work carries us to the best of all sustainable futures. Stones are just slithering into place. It's only Rock and Roll. Had some good tunes of late. .
All's well in the Izdom of Iz. The answer was "No".I got side tracked...
Subscription may come in time that is not my prime objective. What may be achieved with the lack of it first is where the hypotheses are proven. Principle is proven by Praxis. I am busy organising on getting the world surrounded. The Last World Tour being currently in favour. The threshold step has almost come to it's resting place.
Anne-Sophie has just completed her planning for this years vegetable garden. A scale Faeriel view no less. Feeling like we are architects of the Last World.They'll never have heard of us son, the only fellowship we need extends to our home table. That is the hub. The turning centre. Our work carries us to the best of all sustainable futures. Stones are just slithering into place. It's only Rock and Roll. Had some good tunes of late. .
All's well in the Izdom of Iz. The answer was "No".I got side tracked...
Monday, 7 May 2012
Iz zone, Izome...
It only looks like this in the photograph.
A small silver birch sapling will thrive beside the new compost bin.
Izart...
Cap it all...
This means this and that means that.
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