Such a small word.
A word I have only ever discovered one person, to use. At which point, it became all that ever mattered. The utterer. As i sit at the Uttermost Ends..
But to use someone else's words - used within his literature as a poetical chorus to break up that rather long 'narrative': " i run ahead of myself".
Meaning, i know and don't care what anyone else assumes or flails around knowing for money or Fakebook likes - such as "my attachment style is" - all such words and ideas only arose from a false world which can never understand rural life or 'wilderness'; and i know I am the odd one out. Except that humanity has grappled with Being like that for...ever...
Firstly what is ascetic?
Though tothe non-first-language-English the only reader or viewer i would ever care about, it has an innate problem as a word in that its 'vibration' or feeling as it is uttered is not as truly balanced and lovely-peaceful as it is...
And even if i saw (this week) Paul of Tom-Paul ... up close; and the carnage he leaves behind, the industrial grant grabbing his whole cohort began 20years ago...
(oh yes i have never done the lottery - a grown up knew two things 30 years ago: as is in one superb literary novel i read 40 years ago by a real writer - a woman of the wildernesses of the Lake district " all tourism always corrupts and destabilises EVERYthing...always... and it simply never ever returns to any good balanced healthy state" i paraphrase her fine storytelling of the reality in her community, then... fifty years ago. The other thing a grown up knows is that sat there at a tv or at the letterbox waiting for unearned money, based on hype and chance, to plop on your doormat, also corrupts...always.... and no 'alternative' person i knew forty years ago would think of touching that money for even the split second it takes for a piece of shrapnel* to remove a Palestinian baby's head.... a far better way of dying than stuck under the concrete for days *= bought down with technology made or more likely FINANCED in the UK and sold to whomsoever who one way or other - usually via a whole string of Milton Keynes based arms brokers.... get it to the richest maddest nastiest nutjobs... rushed out friday evening so they can go and spend a nice weekend at the sea showing off their latest antique boat... which i think we can call seawaterwashing... [ greenwashing, and other cleverdick wordage for spivs, who cannot spell authentic, cheat and sell nasty stuff, always, everywhere...be it expensive weekend sound healing retreats or mindfulness recovery sessions after too much time online brokering arms to lunatics ] )
All i know is ascetic means a MODERN non religious version of modern life where care is taken never to break anything or waste anything, (or anyone|) and also honour the rare example of a person whom may at some level be authentic and understand that all war ...all grabbing lands and buildings.... and the woodlands around her city she spent wandering barefoot (real? or from the 'script' - i know where they write the script.. i found it last week)
is the key - are the keys to dealing with all greed which are really the ONLY reason for wars and 'differences'.....sorry, i know the world. I have been in places where people are at war or at least on the sidelines ... it is never about ideology. All those things are masks for simple base consumer greed.... but how how clever the spin doctors become.
Anyway ascetic requires absolute poise and grace.... and the quietest ever slow but meaningful and driven dance...
which for 13 years i have attempted to capture with my camera.....
and it is now time to try and show it
