Now.... it is quite extraordinary, as if one had gone back in time 25 years to the corner of the Blue Boar in Hay-on-Wye....
Their uttra bought-boho pub....
The ultimate torn old leather couches around the fireplace - has-been 'rockstars' would occasionally drop in - Capaldi had his very-second home in the hills withing drugged up stumblin' distance up the hill
Zeppelin I am sure swung by now and again, as their 'tour manager' a farmer turned...not-very-nice-to-kidder... lived in a bucolic paradise a km up
Where some years later meandering by the place where the daughter of the house would pop to see mine now and again - same age... " watching you all these years with your falcons and gloves and all the kit... my lass here champion ferret girl.. [as you can see in The telegraph page on the other main one - .. " you can have my story Liz but there's a deal to be made... just one, she gets her baby ferrets in your Torygraph ...so she feels part of 'it' and when all the gossips start to be thick and Miss Interpret she can at least say to her school mates 'well i got my buzzies - etymology, ferrets became fuzzies, and little ones buzzlets which became buzzies, in the paper what you done thats nationally useful today.... senior Social Worker's girl..?". (who would say " i really pity you Est for being Engllish..." my ohh my and the school takes the blame the jingoistic nonsense... they pimped ) ]..forget them especially as their 'rugger' went bust
But when a man of the world and supposedly the land, sneers at a kid... and doesnt share his toys... doesnt even let us look at them ... rather prammy if you ask me...
Never mind a nation bizarrely not exactly child friendly...when rural peeps used to at least know that's essential so some next generation takes over the running of the land and animals when theyve died from too much time at his screen..
Anyway Montaigne..
now the ONLY phrase i hate to ujtter is " i don't have enough time"
So much so that from around 2015 meandering the whole region - 30km circle...to find allies in Green lobbying, then Brexit (same potential companeras) when meandering Presteigne especially - the number 1 incomer runaway from Kew or Primrose Hill (bella SO beautifully lampooned...witha diamon tipped harpoon in How To Kill Your Family... (but i dion't think anyone even NOTICED twice she gives it to her own dad right where it hurts - so slagging off [ his] "The Guardian" within her great art... the many year editor, Rushbridger her dad...
my ex customer too ... my ohh my its not surprising the nation went wet tea towel... what was on his special books-to-search list...
Not even worth bothering to truth tell the inanity
Yes... meanderimg, the foodie-wellness-supplements-for-everything lot all so so so smiley in fact i bet every night at bedtime after a long day ... [hustling as the houses became so expensive] their bedtime 'relaxation' tape was 'slow down and make time for me, sSm, and live forever'
Meeting them staring at green posters - advertorials, or afront organic shops.. "hey i saw you at Spring Greens are you interested in the local environment... "
the second line was always " .. [charmy smile] ..i really dont have much time i can only chat 2.5 minutes.."
My first "well..i am the worlds first Fakebook campaigner against everyone nowadays saying in the second sentence of a greeting in the middle of nowhere, where they came to get away from the hamster wheel of racing rats.. 'i don't have time'..
for their sakes not mine.."
smilingly
And nicely and with nuance that made them realise i did care...for them...
it often did work in fact..
So, time...i didn't have time...
to even read Montaigne proper...
even if i often say " he was the first blogger"..
And even if I bought his whole collected works 2018 or so to pass on
Within the great library which will end up in the skip.
(reasons i shouldn't sleep, too,
but i always do.... thats what 'pupose' is about
even failed. It's still the real thing.)
Anyway Montaigne i believe retired to his garret - an old unloved (as it takes two to actually tango, always) wooden hulk would do me just fine.... to spend the last decade of his life scribbling away about the first three or four.
Lucky me to know exactly what i intend to do...
Especially after ...
Well it's like this..
Now if i were to knock out the 'art' i wanted to somehow translate
the actual truth of (she said their "hate"
how interesting was that.. con-catty-nation
of nothing to say
no real art to display..
as 'hate' me thinks only grows in a void of nothing else worthwhile to waste your time on.
(i have to miss out a video...now I have been 'rumbled' on location,
well they're not having that whole new world, too)
Anyway waffly verbals are like cliff edge thermals - merely keep me aloft whilst
with eagle-owl like magnification
I ponder how to really go about something
A few years ago i knew i could never do.
More 'visual' art.
to be storyboarded another day
The countryside noticeboard where yoga teachers dogwalkers and fence builders and woodchoppers are equal. All in the "community" together.
There was a little notice put on the Gweek noticeboard July 2023 " fences rebuilt, rotten old sheds lovingly restored... many year sometime smallholder in town with no particular place to go...yet.. maybe some drug dealer doin' time needs their boat-sat....in return for quiet space to sit and write... "
And ok it's not only that one conformist little dump but another just as conformist little dump a variant recently appeared
Be clear, I should imagine there is a 'code of honour' even on the borderlands 1993 if a Croat carpenter touts his wares up where Croatia used to be...
but hostility = fluidity
meant not any more
Serbs in charge
I am sure his tradesmans sign would still be there
fair's fair....
My arthouse picture show would be:
( one day soon, takes so much more time to sift through snaps)
My little notice, within just a week, someone else covered up with their big notice...
for expansive yoga or some other such venality
Which is so naughty it's manifestly against the coded etched in stone consti bloody tution
of the land....
A bird in the bush, here means chop off his hand
BUt i am handy with a camera too and was brought up briefly
almost on the knee
of
one of the very first 'story tellin' togs...
https://thehardmanshousent.blogspot.com/2012/05/edward-chambre-hardman-in-provence.html
i kind of still believe in pictures telling stories...as long as they are true.
Gweek is outdone, however...
by (censored) - twice now ... i put one up - really firmly pinned to the large wooden "community" adverts space ... and within a week...twice torn off...
This country really is not what the brochures still say...
And leaves me at times worn out ..not a bouncy poetical thought left in my head
But i hope somehow (as i do have them most days all day) they.... transferred across to her...
Ms. 52 and 11 months....
I do think i've never actually felt so damn sure...i was sitting beside a REAL artist who could go ALL the way...somewhere actually new ...and free ... dancing real free in the rarefied liminal space with her brush or whatever form actual art may take... maybe i am too much silly optimist but i think i know a genuinely relaxed soul when i meet it...
who knows what she does want...
But to me it is utterly astonishing the lack of any actual lateral thinking out loud all about everywhere ... (or just general thirst for some actual knowledge that isn't vudu)
....Montaigne.. five bleedin centuries ago he went ALL the way... asking the most personal of questions, all the way..
https://www.michaelakahn.com/sex-torture-and-montaigne/
....On the topic of sex, Montaigne’s many witty observations includes this one on his own penis: “We are right to note the license and disobedience of this member which thrusts itself forward too inopportunely when we do not want it to, and which so inopportunely lets us down when we most need it; it imperiously contests for authority with our will: it stubbornly and proudly refuses all our incitements, both of the mind and hand.”
it was my impression or maybe i missheard, he even wrote an essay on the morality of givin' the missus one doggy-style her bent over the oven...if it was too disrespectful to her yea or nay.. ?
(maybe the best odds of making a 'bun in the oven' ?)
The END... But my art - still i find the word pretentious... my photo journalism (original SIMPLE meaning: must keeping a journal, of fact) wont be the photoshopped "don't frighten the horses" version ... which isn't art, in any event... real art causes FEELING (surely?) ... i won't ever forget my feeling when i saw one piece of paper stuck atop my piece of carefully fountain penned paper
" ive never seen ANYthing like it anywhere... the poor lost no mannered, no sense of PROPRIETY inhuman vain sad little fuckers... not surprising they sat on her once fine soul, too.... and i have even lived/worked a bit, close to warzones... even there you'll find some basic code...morality.... Gwerk, the not-her-best-version, artist... will fight you about that word even being valid....why their art is as yet juvenile, infact as art. in...valid... ... "
