" Mars Room ...only great book this century, and you are right ...but it shouldnt be about, any difference or even a genderisation.. even if ONLY a woman can get away with weaving the
mass murderer's manifesto
or at keast the rather gorgeous unedited highlight ... bits
the scene where he smashed up the chainsaws still i adore it was so atmospherically perfect a zcene set in a misty community in thewoods... what i had always wished to fo myself.... and no the art must be seperate from the artist i guess most of the time. . a REAL woman, says always....( even if you cannot SAY ANYthing here to any so called 'artist'. .. i have magbificent chroniclesof exactly that)
into her superb real poetry of a novel... with no confected pity in it, thus we LEARN... so please factor that into your moaning ... lets have ALL the data... ..."
if she only knew... how
Even if she probably doesn't even know how she wove into her tale of ' trauma ' ( rightly she is Hoddess enough to never use their trendy word) and oppression....
into the Kushner Principle
she probably doesn't even know it exists
( the scene where the oppressed are waiting by the Big Brother signage)
But may just be amazed when, even if the meaning of life is only a big pile of bananas .. and the quay to persisting ( in vid diaries 2 weeks ago . .god theres a backlog)
a masterclass on the KP.... no matter what..... just bide your time...
And stuff happens
And even the ' natural' beauty
... ( he laughed at my " mermaid" crack ... thought he may spit at my first hello, " ohh from there, poor you ")
..... of Gwerk, in time...
Is made to laugh
even she
By me....
I couldnt do that, even a year ago....
Even if i dont want to evolve, quite happy as me, thank you very much..
However... this intergenerational traum theyre all trying to monetise rather than being cleaning ladies, or wedding event facilitators.. i realise is yet another cage dangling in the sharktank... .only the privelaged enough to afford the strongest metal bars can afford to Bea....... to hide behind and spit it out like some dodgy diatribe to their all-like-them 'tribe' . ..
( we laughed at the £350 quid a Devonian workshoping weekends...)
And...our mutual... if-you-cant-beat-them-join-them....
But its the intergen....
And i forgot my link!
Earlier thoughts, for the Devonian Galloise... said instead to today's fabulous" bird". buy my memory is near perfect dor anyone who ever follows through, it can be recalled verbatim, any year
" FACT love, Esti and dad roamed Europe and this fetid aisle by van.... for a decade. . as far down this peninsula of only one good pennist ... even if the " bird" one will never be seen cos you gotta let go and leverage things into the so awful gatekeeprs...gatekeeping only fraudelent bait.... unless they can be MADE to take note of great writing... by having something on them as smiles do t work you only have to look at their lines to know fact, from their so dull personal fictions...all you ever hear
"it would be inconceivable in the EU anywhere ever ... all generations being one, to traumatise anyone as i was, walking around that little Devonian shithole the famous one of the steep hill and lifeboat people..
"At the base, some polluted little harbour tourist village spot
"At least 2 of the 3 pubs serving meals, and no one would conceivably wish to be there at night, no community ...just fatter fancypantier tourists from Primrose Hill or the drugbaron kingpins' streets of Bristol, had signs outside " children barred from here"
" Gwerk... for their own good... this smiler here..... go.... over yonder seas...
"you reaped what was sown here long ago.... god... thank god one honest man, Foulmouth a horrid dangerous bad vibe and leary stare, dump...."
Anyway i have zero interest in any local blood, ever, except the farmers granddaughter
As her man ... also
Is a real " human" .
But that KP.... i have a definition in my material from 7 july i dont even need to look that up as its in my memory this is all i ' do' ... and no one pays me for anything at all ... probably, ever...
But to find, or be in a KP ... that actually causrs good communicatiin and good heart all around
Has even surprised me.... and i do'trust' in something.... 'life'? ... or the faeries? or....
Maybe i just stopped caring
Even if i now see a rather good back passage and doorway... maybe, back to the only place i cared to....
.... well.... coincidence, first place explored.... of course... and Odysseyus did need to transition a load of dodgy ' big girls blouses' a splendid term of endearment from before the Stone Age returned...
And even the Mosses ...on public money, subtly .. cannot avoid pimping just more confusion onto their ( customers') heads
And i knew 40 years ago #1 cause of real genuine depression
is confusion
about whom to
be
I have the lawsuit material ready ( a range if rudely unanswered messages as with all Southern
rhymes with witches
working at only their behest) for ..
... i showed the man
" sorry to ehhh... rain on your perfect parade at this perfect zen'space' ..but 2 years ago... here ...
he reversed here ...
probably just here where we are now and
peddle to the metal.
Thelma n Lou...
no smiling as he launched into 'space' ...
I know why....
The most 'rational' man for many a km....
of the most lonely place ive ever, Orwellian in his good one Paris/London...standin' aside, observed...
But there is a way....
to be cont