On The Nature Of The Soil We Are Grounded In

A mother planted a garden to feed her children
through the seasons, so her family were self reliant
for as long as her children were dependent on her. 

This garden was not like the one in The Bible,
it had no tree of the knowledge of good and evil
planted at the centre of it, to draw it to the children's attention.
The mother, herself, was the source of all wisdom.
She was never to be lightly asked the serious questions
about life outside the garden, or inside Mother herself, 
where such queries were left to multiply, unanswered.

The children grew up well nourished but ignorant,
their living so well reinforced their collective ignorance,
if they sought life outside of who they were dependent on
it was there to be found - but how to tell good from evil,
assuming they existed? Mother was no guide to them....

She forbade her children from asking her
how she too was caught between good and evil,
like the children would be when they left,
to raise their own vegetables on their own patch,
when they left her.....

The nature of good and evil lived on,
unobserved, on in the soil of the garden.....

On The Twelfth Anniversary Of Russia's Invasion Of Ukraine

  As Russia's appetite for conquest is presented as inexhaustible, practically infinite, I present to the world a the trailer for a film that I have watched several times where as appetite thrives, and the carers are unaware they are feeding a monster that makes them monsters by proxy. It is a dark parable of a film where the morality of it is like the humour, cautionary, sharp, and biting. In America the film is called 'Greedy Guts'. The rest of the word calls the film 'Little Otik'. It was made in the year 2000. Jan Svankmajer, who crafted this film is 90 years old and the leading, perhaps the only, Czech Surrealist film maker in the world, the language  spoken is Czech the subtitles are in English where the visuals and the soundtrack, including some sounds of eating, lead the viewer through the story. 

Please left click here for the full film which rated 'adult' by Youtube, Bon appetite....

The Fall Of Mr Nobody

  Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor became an adult well after the mania in the British tabloid press for the family he was born into had lapsed, Andrew was a teenager when the funeral of Edward VII reminded the public of the family PR feet of clay for the first time since WW1, when they changed their name from the German Battenberg to the British Windsor. Andrew's adult career in the public spotlight, a few years later always seemed to be too obviously manufactured, more designed to sell merch, plates, mugs, biscuit tins, and all sorts of tat, and grab the tabloid column inches than be based in any sort of reality. Was it with his hollow marriage and his wife proving obviously inept at the PR game, by royal standards, that he found Jeffery Epstein and sex with girls the wrong side of the legal age of consent that fed his sense of privilege? There will be a lot of digging into his background. There will be a biography of Andrew published well after all the legal work is done. What the death of Edward VII did to rub the shine off royal mythmaking will look like child's play compared with the damage any thorough biography of Andrew will do the edifice of the royal family. 

  The sad thing we will find will be that he had so little personality that by the time we get to understand why and how it all went wrong with him we will wonder why we ever wanted to know about him. 

The Currency Of Courtesy

If 'Thank You' Is as near an irreligious society
gets to saying 'Amen' or 'Inshalah' or any other
similar religious expression with any feeling, then sobeit.

The currency of courtesy should never
be so undervalued that we can't find it in us
to use the words because with the hierarchy
we have to speak the words into we have no choice,
now or in future, about where our words place us
we can't change our place in where we live. 

Involuntary gratitude always hide humiliation.

Who Is My Neighbour?*

Nimbyism always starts at home
and never cares about the back yards
that other people have to live in,
or those with no backyard of their own.

Thus nimbyism means living
as if we have no neighbour,
there is no neighbourhood, and,
exceptionally, we all live on our own.

*A quote from the gospel of Luke Ch 10 verse 25-37

Henry Now (Once Henry Cow) In Concert

Because free jazz improvisation is alive and well, as long as long-in-the-tooth musicians who have learned how to play it can find the venues in which to play it, and make it seem natural.  

Hollowness Rules

When our choice is which autocrat
to take most literally, or disbelieve,
according to the media open to us,
the choice is somewhat rhetorical:
the winner will be the public speaker
whoever can fake sincerity the best,
whilst bluring the edges of gov't consent
being built on clear consulting citizens
is going to be the winner.

But in a world built on entertainment
it will be increasingly the case that politics
remains religion with no interest in the soul,
showbiz for ugly people; vanity is the currency
that waives the rules, in it's inconsistency.