Cummings Cartoon

Courtesy of John Peachey.

The Splendour of Rome – photos

I get a lot of pleasure out of travelling, hanging out in cafes with a beer or two, talking to people and taking photos of whatever takes my fancy. Rome is a wonderful place to hang out in.

Poetry – Jack Kerouac – In Vain

The stars in the sky
In vain
The tragedy of Hamlet
   In vain
The key in the lock
      In vain
The sleeping mother
      In vain
The lamp in the corner
         In vain
The lamp in the corner unlit
            In vain
Abraham Lincoln
                        In vain
The Aztec empire
                           In vain
The writing hand: in vain
(The shoetrees in the shoes
         In vain
The windowshade string upon
            the hand bible
   In vain—
   The glitter of the greenglass
         ashtray
In vain
The bear in the woods
         In vain
The Life of Buddha
         In vain)

Poetry – Jack Kerouac – Mexico City Blues

Jack is remembered for his incredible prose and the Beat Generation. But he wrote some amazing poems too.

Got up and dressed up
and went out & got laid
Then died and got buried
in a coffin in the grave,
Man—
Yet everything is perfect,
Because it is empty,
Because it is perfect
with emptiness,
Because it's not even happening.

Everything
Is Ignorant of its own emptiness—
Anger
Doesn't like to be reminded of fits—

You start with the Teaching
Inscrutable of the Diamond
And end with it, your goal
is your startingplace,
No race was run, no walk
of prophetic toenails
Across Arabies of hot
meaning—you just
numbly don't get there

Roy Harper – Forever

The re-recorded version of the most brilliant love song. Probably the best love song ever recorded.

The Corona Diaries – Day 237

It rained this morning but this afternoon was gorgeous. I walked up my hill in bright sunshine. Apart from being colder it was like summer.

The winter crops are starting to grow, other fields are freshly ploughed. The agriculture industry has finished its harvest and preparing for winter.

The trees have almost all lost their leaves. I saw a stoat yesterday – the first since summer. It looked glorious.

Back home I’ve been writing and playing some Lightnin’ Hopkins.

It’s been a good day.

Out in Coronaland things are looking good. With Cummings gone the air feels fresher. With Trump going it is already starting to look less gloomy. The world can look forward to a better future. The USA will be back in the Paris Accord, science will be funded, the environmental legislation will be put back in, sustainable energy will be funded. The difference will be enormous. Trump will soon fade into a bad nightmare, an aberration.

Who knows? Maybe soon Johnson and Bolsonaro will be gone?? Then Erdogan and Modi??

We can dream.

In the USA Trump is still sulking out on the golf course and trying vainly to stir up trouble, out waving to his lunatics. As the virus goes berserk with another 159,021 new cases and 1210 deaths. He is trying to kill more Americans than all the wars combined. At this rate he’ll do it easily. What a callous fool. But hey – he’s alright!!

In the UK we’re still going at 26,860 new cases yesterday, despite lockdown with another 462 deaths. Who were those people saying it was a weaker strain? Johnson is on his own now that Cummings has jumped ship. He’s left to carry the can and explain why we’re worst in the world!

With a decent government we could have been like Vietnam (no new cases or deaths) or New Zealand (3 new cases no deaths). But we’ve got a clown with a bunch of twats.

Never mind – we’ll be back to normal for next winter! Only a year to go!

Stay safe!!

Some Cummings and Johnson Cartoons

Thanks to John Peachey and these fabulous cartoonists.

As My Sun

Another superb live song from Loudhailer Electric Company

Wanted By The FBI – Trump

I had to laugh at this one from John Peachey – the truth contained in it is a little scary.

Poetry – In A Bubble

In A Bubble

I’m in a bubble,

On an island,

Marooned

Within a crowd.

Completely silent,

Though I’m talking –

Shouting

Rather loud.

Opher – 13.11.2020

I think this lockdown is getting to me. I miss seeing friends and having a good argument or two about the world.

It’s not the same on line or on the phone.

I miss the interaction.

I do not feel as if I am among my type of people.

I’m stuck out here in a bubble. There’s no stimulation, no questioning.

Marooned.