my life as a artist
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Hiya Cynth
Wednesday 24th January 2007 2:42 PM
Approaching blogtime and I'm thinking... Today I bought some on-offer Hyacinths in Marx and Spencers ( a shop in York owned by Lady Dianas Mum and Karl and Harpo and Howard Marx)... its not that exciting but something might bloom from it (see.. it's happening already), and then I look to see if there's any comments from the previous blog and there's a message of appreciation and encouragement from 'cynthia'... it's an example of what Jung calls 'synchronicity'.... I take it as validation from the universe that I'm on the right track.(usually falling over a cliff chasing a puppy dog)......... So I'm waiting in line, with my one ninety-nine, and my hyacinths in my hand and I notice the two women in front of me are both holding on-offer hyacinths ..... I've got two 'cos I'm getting one for my mum and one of the women has got hers in a presentation wicker basket because its a present. ... (and we three are a one when we both get together) Silently we congratulate each other on our good taste, sensitivity and generosity.. the world would be a finer place if all we were allowed to buy was flowers. I would buy hyacinths and lilies for beauty and aroma, and for food and entertainment, cauliflowers and marijuana.... (and if it was marx and spencers marijuana you'd know that it would be really good quality. ).....The young man who takes my three ninety-eight is wearing a death metal t-shirt just visible beneath his white shirt.. the band is named after some kind of skin complaint... Acne or Blister or Seborrhoeic Dermatitis..... I tell him I love him......
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Going to be and queue
Tuesday 23rd January 2007 12:43 PM
The mighty winds ripped the felt off my shed.... so I'm off to B... where's that bloody ampersand?.. & Q.. to get a fresh roll of felt... MMMM fresh roll of felt.. that sounds a bit sensuous doesnt it? Doesn't it? It doesnt? You mean its me imposing my reality on the world around me? I suspect its because I'm on my second day without cigarettes.. redirected hunger pangs... an urge for nicotene sublimated into wanting to make love to a fresh roll of felt. I'll have to be really disciplined when I get to B&Q... dont want to get into trouble again.
Yesterday I erected (there I go again) a fence to protect the burgeoning broad beans.... the geese have ignored them up to now but they left the curly kale for ages before wolfing (goosing) them down in one fell swoop... this morning they (the beans not the geese) were covered with the first fall of snow of the year. .... reassuring to have some seasonal weather after all the weird stuff.
Have just gone purple because I can.... That's the danger of substituting technological advance for meaning and soul.....mmm, turquoise!
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big match postponed
Sunday 21st January 2007 5:55 PM
the keenly anticipated clash between York Corinthians and Wigginton Grasshoppers in the York and district over 35s league was postponed early this morning after a pitch inspection revealed many ducks and small sailing vessels on the playing surface. The disappointed crowd, some of who had travelled from as far away as Rufforth, drifted away in lachrymose silence through the wet desolation of a bishopthorpe sunday morning. A police spokesman said there were no incidents.
After last weeks game me and some of the lads got very pissed and accidently smashed up a disused chinese weather satellite. Woke up to find the chinese had claimed the credit and that the Americans are now shit scared ... feel a bit guilty about increasing international tension but it was a great laugh.
my life as a artist continues to be colourful... sometimes in the pink sometimes blue... browned off, marooned etc... much inspiration from life in the farmyard.... after the disappointment of the postponed match I was delighted to get back to the caravan just in time to witness the wedding of two geese in the field just outside. It was the first gay goose wedding ever to be held in York and probably the first gay goose wedding ever officiated at by Dr John Santamu, the archbishop of york. Sponging off his cassock afterwards in the caravan I spoke to him in the simple swahili I had learnt from my time in East Africa. I told him that I had found a hippo in the bath this morning and it had used all the soap. I stressed that I forgave the hippo straight away and actually lent it my head and shoulders. Impressed with my piety and grasp of the language he said that he could fix it for me to be the first white archbishop of Kampala.
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tooth fixed, newcastle thrashed
Friday 19th January 2007 5:14 PM
self-explanatory headline...
what else?.... Well..... tidied up the caravan.... a good thing to do. Its my second skin. Its a permeable membrane between me and the rest of existence.... vital in these times of an increasingly weird world (in which wierd is a wierd word... is it wierd or weird?) .Such bizarre weather at the moment. Gales strong enough to overturn the heavy pine table outside and shake the caravan to buggery, so jars of marmalade funnel off the shelves into the middle of the room. Mighty enough to flatten the burgeoning broad beans. ( I once asked a Scandanavian friend why I hadn't seen her recently. ' I am a broad bean' she replied, even though she was a swede..... and we were in Brussels and she was taking a leek while playing a tuber etc) ... and its warm as well. I've got sprigs of cherry blossom in a vase and I think the rosemary wants to start mating... If I was more chlorophyl based I'd go for it..... well, dear reader... is there anybody out there?... I'm going to stop now to watch The Simpsons.... its good to remember that America isnt all about Dick Cheneys' dick..
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suddenly nothing happened
Wednesday 17th January 2007 3:20 PM
mmm ..... its quiet....ho hum........ hey!..... what's that?...... Is it a plane? is it a big vague flying thing? No! .....Its blog inspiration arriving in winged majesty. So recently found flapping in the mire of negativity, see how she loops the loop! Come, come, my pretty! Fly into my ribcage and sing awhile!
Took my mum to Tadcaster and Wetherby today on a Charity shop bonanza plus fish and chips.Eating on my right side due to hole in tooth, lower left jaw.....got into a dentist conversation with mum who told me that last week her friend was describing her too rough dentist... 'He's never coming in my mouth again' she declared...... might send it into readers digest.... the Yorkshire Post could do with a bit of spicing up as well.. Tomorrow will have emergency repair, administered by Liz 'painless potter' Howes..... I have to stop now because Newcastle are playing Birmingham in the cup in the tele in the rain in earnest in my caravan.
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