Now, i truly couldn't give a flying ferret if nothing ever appears in any larger screen; because. Well that is part 3 For a long time i have pondered philosophically all manner of matters - from the inside. My 'causes'. (thoughbubble: these causes just find me.." which is not true, one develops a silly bent, simply for one reason, because one can and how silly the people can be, of late with theit assumptions, even if one is the only reason i decided to have a launch, and she had the honour to apologise having repeated the bullshit "whispering campaign" to quote the legal re-dress..., because she knows me ... well...... spring into summer 2021 another cause i really do not have anything left sadly to see through has come good. A superb young man n mid 20s, no dad due nipper tragedy. He understands the word 'responsibility. when the effete like me, his age sneered at Jeremy Corbyn the second coming of Christ on a good day, going to all those dull counsel meetings.... and the effete like me went to the big party to steal from the plates of the end day of the GLC and all those dull meetings... he means it. He will take part in civic society. And he's damn good when we can put aside all the bullshit injected into his lexicon for so many years.... but that's my real life: i doubt anyone has tolerated him, and a few before, for the prerequisite loads of time and energy to see if we can get a small team to mentor and assist as elders have since the time way before the fake Christ had a responsibility to do...)
So, a decade ago i started... my version. It's that, real... and is already in my can. Oooh that sounds a bit like difficult for some Jenny-come-lately media luvvie....
Nope, that's the Noonan version. He never knew if his work so so changed society would ever see the light of day. And he never knew that until his daughter found his fag packets twas all scrawled on and did something with it, dad gone... (i illiterate is that the right word for make the love come through ..? ) 98 years later the anti enlightenment return to pre enlightenment bullshit ["reform and remain"]BREXIT done ....someone would say "well fuck that for a game of soldiers how does one depress onesself even further.... ow well ... no way it cannot be any good i mean deliberately avoided reading this pious earnest smug load of socialist waffle for all my life with ..."
and ff a day..." jesus ... that chapter was about BREXIT ... nothing changed.... its simply hilarious and bloody life changing.... " as were the other 600 odd pages... "[smileyface, then] me and my prejudices.... again"
Inspired by - inspired a silly word, 'because' ... you end up shoved down a path with a gun to your head... and get used to it. Run on.... and you may end up in The High Mountains of Portugal... (part 3 superb... it has that certain it so few writers can ever manage...indeed you have to go through rather anodyne parts 1 and 2 for that third to bite your bum like a ferret thinks you are another on heat....and they dont let go for ..days... .)
Part 3 is far far far more, alive. And exists already. In certain forms. And they are the forms i found. And may remain gagged forever i couldnt care less because it is just the letting go into something more human even if the average human has been trained to only think in Costnerish and Bonie Carterish kind od dull forced emotion.... nope that is not real life. real life is far richer and riskier. Especially when you make a bit of film about reality. As i have been doing more than a decade. Low production values but knowing exactly where the line of watchability is, may well mean one day something may get watched. But it is not 'about' dull legal people and duller other people in such places. The only one i do care about is the sauadade is not finished (listen to recordings i forget which ) and that may be finding that one fine woman's grave in Lisbon or meeting again the magnificent Louis.... who i met because he was reading some books in a rather fraught setting.
Anyway i just don't thnk any Britisher can 'get' the liminal - with a safety pilot.... of a great hulk of an old man who was your guaranteed attachment so still attached to my shoulder and always will be and the amount of times i have said to myself the last decade "yes i did become him...Ralph... there was only ever Ralph and I..) keeping it all in order him days with him and the chainsaw in yoof... but what happens then if it is good is always there.
The liminal never mind the lacuna (hahh hahh where did that come from i still recall "the Clayton Lacuna" from Mister Junk. Indeed o meet him at last in the land of Sean's Great book, one Committee that did change lives, especially mine... and this ended up in the hands of my lass at 18... taht would be good...
Even if i met my heroine in the jungles of Bolivia....
A real one... just a few years ago.
And was so proud to add my real name to her petition to get a revolution going; against a wonderful man who had changed her country so much for the better, yet when he lost his thrid term referendum 48/52 he thought he would sneak round the back door, and they - so many said to me "we loved him, but we started again fresh.....after all 200 odd fabulous no nonsense ball crushing real women died against yankee corporate power had us by the balls....we won and started from fresh... he was pure... but one reversion back to fast and loose the whole damn thing starts to crumble... it stays pure..."
sat at her trestle table in the beating sun.... I mean she was the spitting fuckin image....
And there was Che theyre still so proud to stand under his flag...the cynical Westerner would not understand, cannot, you are only ever one thing once you become it...
of the one whom married a man in the slammer standing up for some rights or other and thus it will always be her first as her effete wonky bloke, well....
However we have a problem..... miserable artists who do not get art censor free speech.... especially his own, just because the inspiration for the great song goes and pops some clogs shortly after recording it is then gagged forever so they said...
(a certain person 2006ish having crawled under the legs of the few hundred in front of her dad having thogh shed been kidnapped or abducted by roadies....and pulling herself up front stage cetnre staring the old fucker down.... [in Nina's extremely expensive discarded sequin silver top i still have...sometimes country girls can be dressed citie girlie..] ... "[someone with big lungs screams] play MY song you old bastard...!! or i'll scream, forever..."
It is said he winked.... more likely a wince from the loudness
All art and all stories must belong to everyone if they are any good ... and all miserable coveting memory is just that coveting...
and talk about a bad write up.... opinions are so dull
all that matters is only very covetous people now the world changed blocked it forever from youtube
on spottyfly too....
https://www.elsewhere.co.nz/fromthevaults/8413/bob-dylan-up-to-me-1974/
However...
to hear just last glorious year the other 4 versions - it's birth.... was at last something worth staying alive for
hahh hahh only 8 million views despite his plea
for secrecy....
https://thecurtainwithblog.blogspot.com/2018/11/bob-dylan-more-blood-more-tracks.html
Anyway forget all that drole folky stuff.... even if i dont
i mean what a birthday presie a couple of years ago... there is nothing better in the history of it all...
A real woman....
But then....
Only one woman actually for some years has somehow got something, it is only ever about tomorrow. And stop all the moaning, and just sometimes state out loud: you thieves, every counsel in the land has consultation documents up their bum about increasing divesity of the type that matters, bio.... because when you are in the slammer for a short stay you learn quick enough share yer 'pod' with a black man - they have propriety and grace, never mind honour even in that place....and many or mere whitey sadly don't. Theyre ok...
SO yes ...hedgerows.... at least one admits "we failed" and its cos of all the fakes who pretend to care and join Extinction Rebellion then do nothing but.....bitch...at their own side.... especially if they are male and don't quite fit their failed version of the catsrated man (PIX to insert)
Britain; why one day soon i must leave.
Anyway so a few years ago Radio moan has a snippet "Gazza and his babe..."
[thoughbubble, don't be daft.... that weirdo.... very disturbing person ok some fairly good tunes but... anodyne reptiles dont spawn.... oh well OGWT back rahh rahhh....]
And who would have thought the greatest ambassador for giving yer lass a hug in public
ever... because turn up for the books is always a Black Swan paradise of the unknowable ever...
And i know that
But then blackmale material is so important: " you were in love with Gazza when we were teens... hahh hahhhh one day i shall tell the world..??!.. funny thing is since seeing that Gazza on the Ogwt i cannot help really rather listening a lot to maybe the one that sums it up you dont get friends electrically... discovered that in 2009 the silly facebook Queens who pretend some friends and then disappear no manners... we wouldn't speak to Gazza fans when we were your age...
"and now all these years on you are the only one i do...trust...and like..and every time i get one of your always friendly emails as a person i respect for DOING the do i always immediately stick him on..."
And when all the rest were moaning and being miserable the most glorious quieting down off yer high hprses year in history never mind months of unbroken healthy sunshine to commence... March 2020...
when i saw this as confirmation all those wonderful bootleggers and repositories of good culture....
t'really was all worth it...
even if it doesnt fit with my plot
its just .... done better !
And it was impossible 30 however many years ago to even look at the chap... who became nowadays my youtube link in
However.... all the above except one is only because someone already stole the soundtrack to the other greater greatness - every moment of it almost from I Lie to start and the edn..., the film where Facebook after sex is just.....too boring, and a walk under the open skies better.....and constructive criticism of ones own decadent dilettante culture is essential to be a real man... and for a real man to be shown by an Italian man so so perfectly means my other always prejudice about that load of mummy's boys and poseurs....well their ATC was always lethal .... some weird death wish who knows... But talk about making a real movie of Great Beauty when no British film aker can making anything not about misery heroine beating up and all that.... none of which you ever learn anything from ever...
Except they were always the problem the perverse weird death cult of later day British media....
fuckem....
cos i knew em.... all they cared about was nothing, except ther own somethiong or other they forgot what it was in their obscene journey to the bottom, in almost all....and to see that pandemic one on mubii as somehow any good.... 'shpocased' so forgettable i cannot. A few blocks of flats in London a bit of smartarse time lapse.... misery and shouting a bit....
some of us had the best healthiest most extraordinary new and real and human year of our lives thank you very much.... your 'health' being for the metropolitain with nothing better to do than think about theor bodies, rather than living for their and others' bodies...
and the tune to die by, too, and for ...is extant.
But then the point of the Highlands is silence.... nothing... and certainly no music so mine jury is out...
I just riff. And then walk.