it may be grey and miserable, using the lower case i as a lower caste english person of no caste and no class system in British culture of my near fifty years… the high and mighty here made sure the majority recognise their shows of ‘no class’… but anyway, a break in the hot sunny weather we had for a week or so in April and again toward the end of May, would be nicer if it wasn’t quite as chilly. Not many nice days for going out with particle activity in the air too often and feeling coastal ionisation in the midlands is a bit unsettling too.
Dread to think what must be going on in other realities. Maybe it’s just nature and I’m completely barmey for ever wondering on anything.
I hadn’t planned a ‘hiatus’ but for April I was planning a post to say, I need a rest. Not been blogging properly for ages anyway. Guess it shows. Hopelessness.
Anyway, hopefully, now I’ve felt like enjoying some music and noise-making again, devising geriatric keepfit practise in my kitchen, jigging along, nearly keeping up with the washing-up and not really worrying about anything too much.
Political representation all stood down so there’ll be some celebrations in retirement and enjoyment of life then, hopefully. The whitewash that follows could be nobody’s business. Hang on, I’m just putting ‘Anarchy for the UK’ on for a listen, 4:40am, Japanese walls, gotta keep it quiet…
can’t find it, probably not blog if I put that on… Meat Puppets instead, Forbidden Places…
yeah, right, flippin’ CD player reads like I have to have authorisation and current displays ‘no disc’… funny thing is that ghetto blaster hadn’t worked for discs in ages, till I went to the shop once a few months back. Now the usual tinpot kitchen player got trashed for CDs and this old one magically worked again. Maybe just needed a nice long rest. So, old ‘pirate’ tape (archival back-up) with Chemical Brothes, ‘Dig Your Own Hole’.
We could find ourselves suddenly awakening to an elitist world of traumatised indignants for whom we have no contextual understanding of why our clumsy classless Englishness is so bloody offensive to still be allowed our own freedoms of expression.
Because we might have had a slither of factual news here and there but we had a couple of ‘news blackout’ times here and there too. Just news washes away so fast and can easily be replicated or filled with ‘convincers’. So who the hell knows what’s round the corner. I’m paying no attention to media. Obviously. Most of the time. Fave local radio on – in the next room -but their transmission keeps going down occasionally – maybe can’t afford 24 hours and people get ill or stuck in traffic so don’t assume no broadcast is blackout, tech issues. Interference.
So i’m looking forward to a little bit of spring-cleaning and maybe painting the alcoves in the living room – I bought enough paint when I moved in five years ago. Would be nice to get round to that. Matches the chimney breast’s old ‘Khan’ style (BBC sitcom) wallpaper only there’s was yellow mine’s not. It might be July before I get round to it. I’m already late. June!
B52s on archive mp3 somewhere to hand – June Bug and a jitter along jotting… if i can’t find that an old Talking Heads tape and Road to Nowhere etc will have to suffice. Cardiacs ‘the Whole Window’ when the disc player co-operates.
I do know i should use a semi-colon in lists. But preferred the full stop. Period.
Any way, i disrupted listing.
If I were going to the cinema I might like to see the new movie with judi dench as Queen Victoria. But there was a youtube ad for a psychological thriller about disappearing people that looked fascinatingfor both storyline and cinematic effects. Dunno that the adrenalin would be good for me so a cinema would be the best place to see that. Can’t remember the title. Knowing me I’ll arrive at one and decide to watch whatever the kids animation is. Last film i saw at the cinema was ‘How to train a Dragon, it was fantastic. Glenn Miller Story on youtube was a fab find a few months ago. i tend to find myself always not really having any leisurely time at home, in spite of my obvious laziness of lifestyle. Restless.
I could look forward to planning a trip to the seaside.
February is the best time for a day at the beach on any day the fish and chip stop still opens. But I might plan a day out anyway. And a day away.
I’d look forward to good news but should know better. So I look forward to ignoring whatever it is and try to live with more gratitude and try and make some progress.
Work in progress. I look forward to three lingering assignments to complete and some really excellent reading opportunities, even if I only get as far as extracts and passages. Currently reading ‘Under the Sleepless Mountain’ by Parijat – the English translation maybe misses the beauty of the original language. I might have to look for an audio book in the original language so I can hear it. I don’t mind not understanding. There is still so much you can experience in listening to language. And I will already have some familiarity with the story. I’ll have to pencil-in a window-shopping at Amazon day for that.
I bought a couple of Cid Corman books – one of short essays and one of poems. Got as far as the end of chapter one in reading Stephen Fry’s ‘The Ode Less Travelled’. Iambic pentameter is a stumbling block. Until I can do that excercise, I am going no further. There’s alot of poems I want to look up now he’s pointed to them. We didn’t learn poetry in that formal classical style when we were schooled in state education. We learnt natural poetry. It’s not that it’s easier – but it makes it very difficult to learn the antiquated style. It gets traumatic though realising the origins and corruptions of language and the historical happenings are nightmarish.Perhaps that’s why.
Looking forward to learning more, contextually, about differing styles and forms of international english and finding my concerns about global pressures to standardise our native language to AmEn style are impossible to achieve when region to region we all value our natural language and prefer to respectfully uphold cultural rights and traditions of all. Wishful thinking.
Need to get on. Looking forward to being in better time with MLA next time. And maybe getting back to… Cheers (and Soap!)