Hope all are well...I've been studying and actually reading the boks for the exam(I did'nt last time..I just attended the exam...ignorant so I was..lazy..typical me)
Anyway just riffing up a story today..its set in an Alternative Britain if the Nazi's had taken over
"Mick,did you hear?"
""calm down John,you'll scare the birds"
"Oh,Sorry,sorry Mick but you know me..i have seen the images they make of us on the sweets and food wrappings and in the in the newspapers,the bald models in shops,the star buys in shops...people are being trained not to like us...I heard it will be St.Patricks day or May Day or Easter..the rumours abound. They speak of genealogy and yet learn nothing of Britains history."
"but they will come.."
"Who knows..the country is in a bad way..all Britain is poor...people are easily led into such ways,they say there is no work but it does not matter what the work is man must work,it is a duty"
"but still...."
"But still nothing...the country matter's...britain matter's and we are become low in the eye's of the world...we pay too much money to those who will not work or think Britain is a place to come for free...but you are right,they do not deserve to die ...Britain should close its borders,feed and help back to work our own and then we are prosperous once more..begin to help those who need it...at the moment we hand out money hand and fist for little gain. but to judge those with red or blonde hair and such is to much looking for an excuse. I myself am of
Irish descent but with viking blood also...what does that make me?,just a British man like everyone else,thats all. wave after wave britain has been conquered...Roman,Saxon,Viking...the myths tell of the Ancient Greeks in Ireland..the Tuatha de Danaan(The Shining Ones)...Britain is an island and is ever herself no matter who comes her...we make them ours,not us them..it is our way.."
"But Mick.."
"but Mick me nothing..."
It's not finished yet but its coming along.
"first of all and already,
shrouded and tied he bids
his tongue to speak...
he talks to the ancients and the ghosts
who have gone before
speaks through walls that are not there..
come.let us witch our way in the gyres..
look at the torrential torrent of nearly truths
and half-slipped secrets,the spill-words people nearly say..
let us go tatterdemalioned and draggle all under spangle star skies
go and dream with those that dream under andunder
go to the sleeping's of the rightful royal.
Terrae incognito..no..all is over and can be seen..
When will it be..
(Mothers Day...Patricks Day...May Day..Easter Day...all moon days..)
Walking I read the signs of floor,window and wall..'jay da creature' lets us know he's there...grafitti glyph and sign..
See the buildings the ancestors build and they are a wonder.....see the floor tiling and they are beautiful...
See the repetive images and constructions of inner and outer consciousness...the neuro-linguistics of social engineering,the visibility of vanishings...wandering in wonderment I go admiring and looking and seeing..see how slowly the images form and change...and see the trees twist from true and become eerieman spooks...and then become tree's again...it is a wonder..notice how you take notice the green against the gray...it is beautiful and extraordinary this ordinary..and there the flowers,foxglove and blue bell and white snowdrop,and in this rarefied air I go walking
and the tree's they do grow high and wide the Spring is come and with it the promise of Summer cum laude("sing Oak and Ash and Thorn..*")
(and when will it be...Mothers day...Patricks Day...Georges Day..all at the turn of the moon's)
*below is Rudyard Kipling-'A Tree Song'
http://www.sacred-texts.com/bos/bos382.htm
Just riffing poetry Y'all.
Hope all are well
Ant.