..As i was saying to Mrs Buzz
yestermorn
.... " the rich gits need HIGHEST culture, stickin the swordstick in.... and twistin it .... they love it, its what nanny used to do, figuratively......when pater was off playing with the stable girls... as pater knew.. "
The opera
actual............writer.... of
" No ...turn around ........its pure......and its so sexy!..."
I really must stop having sublimes, coming along and making me smile and diverting me from my dull gentle disinterested poetry:
That dodgy 90 year old Oxford fellow, Babb 5 years ago, writing his great tome on it, 25 years ago i began to assist.... 20 years he patronised me, as scummy non Oxbridge mere once book purveyor...
JB: " i still cannot find the last chapter..... the final word on it..... so it's as McGilchrist, 90 quids worth...... but the sublime....it recreates itself every day...."
This one, Laura.... even gave me a shivver down my spine... and that takes some doing, i thought i was desensitised to them by now.
herdotcom better be world famous, or shes sacked...!!
right fuck off all you little ' divine coincidences' i never needed you....
And i only like my bad poetry...
Cos she said she liked it...
which is what the opera can be about...
But then....
hmmmmm i always fancied being in an opera
and one of the many ' justice' fake 'activists' was a bloke opera singer....i did his legal advice re his lostkid
2011
even tho i had lost minetoo
but never lost my sharpest ever memory
" Peter B*****.... look you know this whole justice thing is rotten to the core...mad...and the peeps nuts, too.... ... we need GREAT culture on some of it...we need an opera [ i have the emails]..."
including the ones back " wow ... superb idea simon.... yes ...let me dwell on it and get writing it......."
Well i assume he died, too, of butterflyitis with a twinge of bullshit syndrome festering under the same pathetic little sticking plaster they all stick on to their hopeless little spirits, that never were alive, nor lifecaffirming, cos you gotta be her... ... Mrs Sainsbury wellies... and just let go and do something ....
cos he never ever
DID
right, working title, the opera of
THE jost: Great British ( dubbed) opera singers, me, can outdo even the greatest writer of homoerotic Serbian marching songs.. in a fair fight... atop a real mountain, cleared of xheating landmines
Or... our mutual friend, i adore her bright eyes... and how it is impossible to get her to blink.
Add in " wow i like you!!! [ the f word... in about line 5..aside the poshest Mount in the land..."
Second working title: Two perfect " birds" ... in one stoney barren emotional Wasteland ...is impossible!
There is a Turner, in ... somehow showing you two to the world.... A real ' installation' ... such that the Podgers ( Cast Hell-stoned, few months back) crawl back under their pathetic self pitying little stoned uninspiring non lives cos only REAL " warriors" can save the rivers, seas and Bees....
And ive found two
In of course the last possible imaginable place in the world: This Wasteland. And, when i had stopped seeking....