Her " alchemy"
( oops wrong day these are some...from yesterday.... ' performing dolphin watching... to Be seen doin' it... no o e caring' theyre swimming as my new friend confirmed ...in shit)
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bsck to the best day of 9 months germinating
dawn
refs
i shall do first
Something Understood
The Lump In The Throat
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/b06d29b1
but......
A prtfect padtiche of puke
and of course she gets in the ultimate non word " alchemy" to signal her years of curated enforced crap....
the ' culture' Be came...
from 3 or 4 years after Be ..came
and i am sat atop Thelma n Lou # 2...
laughing at tbe oredictive text that drowned you all in shit... cos you need crazy culture to wake you up....
and when the
The writer Laura Barton reflects on how we articulate emotion and how feeling finds its way into words....
so there she is... they really shouldnt habd the reigns to tjis sad mermaid poisoned generation... as that merm poisoned generation do deep deep down know....
give us Alexei Sayle... Mark Tully even many years main SU host....when not Be ing too pompous
but there was no hope..
as Barton's dire showoff " i curate, therefore i am.... abd say this has tje sublime in it [ so poorly exucated they think its a sandwich ] so you will listen...and never disagree... abd' like' me..."
And just as first gear selected
foot poised above the peddle
( you must only ever do it.
. the big it... when 9 hrs perfect sleep the night before, no issues...only happy... did your best.... laufh at them all... as youre on the way down to the beach...at 150 odd km/ hr....so you can enjoy every last second even a nay Be ' transition' who knows.....)
and.... desoerate to Be invited back
no confected new crappy no ' it' factor showiff music ir wirds left...
she resorts to
Carol Anne Duffy
Words
The Poem
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine
the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Discussion
It is a short poem, of only ten lines, grouped into three three-line stanzas with a single last line that is the key to the whole poem. As with most love poems, it addresses the loved one and expresses her love for that person, but the poet is conscious throughout that words are simply not enough to do the job properly.
It starts promisingly enough, with: “Somewhere, on the other side of this wide night / and the distance between us, I am thinking of you”, which combines images of space and time and emphasises the gap between the lovers. The third line then continues the time theme with “The room is turning slowly away from the moon”.
However, when the poet tries to express her feelings, as opposed to describing the situation, words…
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fuck their hiding behind gates
bossing
anyway it sounds better read....
dedprrately
one of the greatest real poets ever rather than pretender Alyson....on the craziness of...the only' it' that matters
and yo cap it all, to suggest the imposdible that there may yet Be hope...
in this plasticated prozac medicated
bad parenting
ate
generation
she gors and ends with the greatest of all sublimes... the one who really let go...and flew
all the way....
meaning
( dont tell them ...theyll stop providing us sane ones, with laughs at their self harming and cancellation culture)
there may Be
is hope
after all
But then im not a cynic
i stumbled upon underclass tv one day .. " wonder what theyre up to these days?"
And couldnt stop crying all night
at what actual real "alchemy" is... take the wirst man ever who ruined the UK more than anyone else with his 90s spiv, telly in and of itself ruined " humanity" especially Central Europe i saw mine own eyes... uk even more
and mix in a little lass that.... doesnt need to dance
cos she was born with a real heart...
and ok mum n dad...
she alone... had the best it factor almost ever
And brought all" comminities" together... the Merms woukd only sneer at...
i know
i would canvass them...
but thats just the first chapter
Digital yet to do
lots
plus rebuild that lost page
but my head is alive and new only at dawn, so... it may have to wait
til tomor
