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Suppertime & getting fed up…

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For goodness sake! One moment my clock says 19:00hrs (UCT/GMT) and the next it’s almost 10pm! How does my dinner stay warm so long. Well. I guess that’s why a hostess trolley comes in so handy isn’t it. Thank goodness the host has it. I’m hopeless. And not.

I don’t remember slipping with the hotkeys for adding a background and if i had it would have still had the standard definition and not the high-definition file selected. i don’t use any high-definition stuff, even though for a free TV package that I’ve never used in several years of living at home, I still get charged extra for high definition! How do they get away with that??? Anything to do with landlords and workmen nicking my router password while in the house and police officers gaining illegal entry with or without a warrant when i’ve been away because of stupid and false rumours. Maybe.

But then once upon a time during housework i’d also popped the router on the windowsill while cleaning and forgot to move it back and had had the darn password showing through the living-room window. And like a fool had nailed down my isp-hub-security, hid that password in too safe a place and never seen the light of day of it again and thought, ‘oh well, people do need more community wifi hotspots for emergency use’. I’ve had to use a good neighbour’s once from their garden wall after moving out and needing to access info to court procedure and how to complain to police about violence of being wrongfully arrested. but hey, i got gender equality that day!!! I do hope they’ve not been doing illegal stuff over my router whatever way they got the password for the router, but then it might help them nail their own rosebeds to their own frontyards and sometimes we do need to nail down our belongings, don’t we.

Anyway. Despite the rumours about the potentials of abuses against vulnerable people via capatalist projects and so on, and the secrecy of the #TimeForUnrest film and their audience participation activities, and it looking a bit alike the secrecy of Lightening Therapy projects, well, I’m trying not to be over-anxious about all that. But we learnt in little school about the dangers during wars and mass-migrations of illegal art and literature practitioners and that they not only steal but during history have also been murderous.

Well! What a dreadful thing to be thinking. And delaying supper some more. Oh dear. Must dash – before the host’s hostess gives out. Cheers all 🙂 I’ll post whatever I’m late with whenever I get it there, as per usual. Hope all is good in your parts of the world. Mokha (Mocha?) is not looking good and nor are alot of places. But we’re fine here andd usually… I’m too often sim-citying and #otherwhyzzzoccupied with tweetypie a bit too often for my #rhubarb-and-custard-liking and will pingback some pudding one day or anuvva. B4n.

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Having another go at poetry…

Week 5 ‘Ongoing poetry game’ at #ModPo ~ but not sure i’m unblocked from posting poems there yet – dunno what that’s about, clearly i can’t write a poem to save my life!

constraint: to use the ten prompted key words in this thing called ‘ottiva rima’ – and no i won’t capitalise the term! that’s so unnecessary…

i probably failed for not writing in regular meter (should be spelt metre, but it confuses people with measuring! we don’t learn formal meter in general UK population because language does not work like machine code and we’re meant to develop natural language and our humanity!) So this is my first attempt at the challenge and of this particular form:

[untitled, free verse attempting the ‘ottiva rima’ form]

There’s no time for rhyme in a world gone mad why

reckoning while no king – no patriarchy –

bourgeoisie to decline – resist and deny –

our birds tear at torn skies, creatures all born free

determine red – green – gold-blue star upon nigh

– so – little that’s polite in hierarchy

to remind it’s obscene, when facts show as – farced –

so much that’s not true in the present and past.

© Colette Bates, October 2017 All Rights Reserved [usual Fair Use terms apply]


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Taking IT to the cleaners

On the way to readying winter outerwear, I called in for coffee and elevenses and poetry/art elucidation with a wacky artisty friend.

Had she heard…?

Well. No. No, nor me. So that made me feel better then. A bit less ignorant. Good!

Although there might have been a risk of having forgotten to get out of slippers and looking alike somewhere crossed between Michelin Man and Sulley from Monsters Inc in my onesy over half a dirty dozen of underwear layers hiding middle-age spread and bloomers of all things keeping me nice and warm without even a coat on yet, on my way home with shopping I got some snaps away from the yard for a change.

“Ruth Lechlitner” I’d said. She’d launched into stilts and Glastonbury remembrances and we paid no heed of either’s lack of attention for the other’s aside reflections.

Then something dawned. Noted. And forgotten.

On a scrappy coffee-stained notepad page she’d passed me this to bring home and ‘prove IT’ … she can write a ‘N0 Chance Operation’ poem from thin air too.

“yes, of course I can post it as soon as I’m… well, if I forget while passsing, it’s not that far to a post-box, really, is it!”

Do you know it’s still wherever I left it when i arrived through my door. hopelessly…

… and now two days later and hasn’t time flown as if it were only yesterday and I didn’t even put it on SPD for the pair of them! So here’s a poem from an anonymous no-one of some of ours esteem (posted with permission, guaranteed, special delivery, first class)

Repeat after me to write, leaving the left Sleeve in the uptight no fear don\\ ‘ t fight many small prediction can\\ ‘ t right rear sight site courtesy site mercy no mercy Now

I didn’t see who the translating helper was. A Ukranian virtual assistant in another virtual part of our world I believe. I’ve no idea of the poetic presentation but it’s as agreed a single line and in one breath. There may be countless versions of various poetic essences and deliveries in the making anytime durign the next century or three. We’re all such snails and so unconcerned for any rush “even if the whole world depends on IT…” is apparently our next elevenses workshopping writing prompt to prepare and be ready with.

Now did i drop my dry cleaning receipt on my way home? No idea. did I slip through one of them odd angle portals and I’m sure I was still in Nottingham or did I step out in Portsmouth in error? And without even realising…

here I am forgetting to post one of my several ModPo reflective poems from readings last week around Gertrude Stein, Jon Peale Bishop, and Dada, including the amazing and wonderful Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven and her fantastic rebuke “A dozen cocktails – please” (maybe I should’ve capitalised, can’t remember and can’t be bothered to check…

in a hurry then

So far untitled while i’m working on Lechlitner and trying not to be too LOLling around as things to make and do like afternoon tea and fooding for dinner…

a poem (all mine, of course – Modern poetry, aka #ModPo and so:

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even Stevens starts again

red w’ther days P’cock tales

back when

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w-hoosy-wore the trewzees

Willy win a skirt

wonderful when wars end wi’none of’em gettin’ g’hurt

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cure it as y’cuss it

calm it while y’can

can ‘e call a cuppa cold contagion conception

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zuccini in a zeppelin?

Zoology in zeal

zany zee-zee-zeeing x-o-phobic de’ts-z’ept’s. Reel.

© Colette Bates, October 2017 All Rights Reserved

(of course free to share! aren’t we all zillybillyGoatsGruff about IT! doesn’t that usually mean for personal and education use only and Fair Use always being applicable?)

I forgot to post a pic! Random grab from my snaps quick then…

Not so random actually… and although I do love my WordPress-iNG…. well, you can sometimes find me #skywatching elsewhere, like my latest post here: coleebeatsabout.blogspot.co.uk

One day IT will all make better sense… (tbc/ to be contd.)


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Remembrance

I was deeply saddened this morning while trawling my email notifications to arrive at my copy of a June posting allegedly made by the sister of a respected blogging acquaintance/virtual-neighbour, Paul M********, a US citizen believed to be working and living in or around New York.

While attempting to pick up my lingering blogging habit I’d realised I’d not seen anything from Paul’s blog (www.palfitness.wordpress.com) in quite a while. So I’d dredged back through multitudes of links in my email inbox to find a trace.

Paul was a generous creative spirit and as well as posting on fitness he composed poetry and shared lots of interesting reblogs leading readers to other blogs he admired. The notice apparently posted by his sister informed his followers of the very sad news that Paul had died of undetermined circumstances on 29th May 2017. I have to assume that the poster claiming to be his sister was genuine and that the information is authentic. Unfortunately Paul’s blog has been deleted and perhaps that is in keeping with his wishes.

(Personally I feel it’s outrageous that relatives left behind might choose to delete a person’s online presence and remove their traces from the virtual world. I hope no-one is ever legally allowed to do that to my stuff even if it embarrasses the hell out of them! That’s not meant as a jibe to Paul’s family – nor my own – were they even to be reading, which I doubt.)

I deeply regretted not seeing that notification earlier, nor his more recent  blog posts leading up to that date. Paul had been encountering very difficult circumstances securing employment and navigating the pitfalls of temporary accommodation and some of his posts had eluded to himself and his friends/associates being victims of crimes including theft and violence against them. Quite sometime before Paul had spoken out against an incident of online bullying among/affecting specific members of the international online community and hopefully those individuals engaged in trolling etc had no bearing on the difficulties he encountered nor his sad demise nor the circumstances of his death as reported in that post claiming to be from his sister. Maybe we’ll never know the truth and that’s a sad reality for so very many peoples suffering the intolerable blights of a troubled world.

It’s four months to the day that Paul last posted to his personal blog. That feels such a long time to have passed before realising he was gone. His presence will be sadly missed but fondly remembered by many of those he interacted with online, even though we probably remain ‘strangers’.

How do you remember Paul?

I can’t say I knew Paul closely at all but I’ll remember him for his poetry and his spreading goodwill and positivity and his good sense of humour.

Below is  a screenshot of Paul’s penultimate six-word story found in the backlog of email notifications in my inbox this morning:

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Yes, he was known to sometimes occasionally have vented emotionally-vexed rants on his personal blog. Many of us using personal blog spaces and/or social media might be likely to write out our rants now and then. We’re all hopefully human, after all. Better out than in, as we might say. Some of Paul’s posts during the last few months had been deeply concerning and it’s awful to not be able to help people when they seem in need. However he always seemed to bounce back and never gave up trying. New York must be an awfully difficult place to sustain everyday living. I don’t know why anyone would ever choose to go there as a tourist given the problems tourism is causing there and elsewhere.

Yes, Paul once quite rightfully called another blogger a ‘bitch!’ as she undoubtedly was. Yes she was getting away with some hideously insulting and outrageous behaviours. Yes he was condemned by some for his ‘outburst’ and refusing to tolerate such social injustices on behalf of another blogger who Paul had chosen to stand up for in their absence and for using such an innocuous regularly used word as ‘bitch’ in response to a deeply insulting remark made against him that was edited before other readers came across the conversation. That bitch hadn’t realised another online reader was present witnessing her attack in the moment of it happening and that it hadn’t been the first occasion but a repeated deviance preying on the vulnerabilities of others. Maybe I shouldn’t dredge it up here. Paul would worry for my own personal safety in alluding to it, given that bitches’ alleged reputation for dangerous trouble-making. She might also happen to be a well-respected and influential member of blogging communities / professional circuits.

And it might all have been hot air blown cold a long time ago. Murky waters under someone else’s shoddy bridge. So it’s time to let sleeping dogs lie then, maybe, cos bitches like that one might never lose a case they can pay through the nose for and can carry on regardless.

Paul, aka Palfitness, apparently gone, but not forgotten. R.I.P. Sincere belated condolences to Paul’s family and friends in light of their sad loss.

 

 

 

 


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update…

Two days after my last post I managed to spruce up, take an afternoon stroll, forgot my camera for snaps and only picked up shopping completely forgetting a basketball they had in stock a plenty that would’ve bounced me home again home again quickety slick but I did have my hands rather full. Two cans of cold beer went down a treat. Hated wasting that salad but weather’s been cold here. And not exactly wasted yet! Damp air too, but no coastal ions so that’s a relief. Quite dreading winter although I have to admit I’m probably just being nesh.

A quite close moon was visible at 10:29am this morning. It’s been grey murky skies then back to azure peeping through the whitewash of cloud forms swiftly drifting across skies then intermittent breaks inbetween weathering driving rain quickly replaced by lesser April showers then sudden hail but not exactly storming. Thankfully.

Seems very odd online again, lots of strange attitude and yes I have some too. We are all so often after all mere strangers in a virtual playground. Hoping to up my plan here sometime in next few months but still expect that in UK a personal plan is NO good for PRO purpose and resist those kind of oppressions that I perceive to be asserted by some of those seeking professional elitism and exclusivity on a personal blogging platform. Business plan is cheap as chips at WordPress and makes no sense to me that anyone PRO enough wouldn’t support the appropriate subscription level. Apols to pin-money/second-income bloggers with professional standards as obviously that’s a different kettle of fish and I know I’m being obnoxious and too plain English. Never mind.

FINXION?

Difficult times all around the world. Bizarre and bogus that what appear to be crimes against humanity and war crimes with devastating consequences are being described in news and media outlets as ‘weather’. We’re not really getting much authentic news here in UK and when our BBC is headlining US floods and ignoring the flooding around Northern Ireland and other parts of Britain and Northern Ireland then it makes me wonder how much territory has the rogue US military dictatorship gained while that man’s assets here should be frozen pending investigation and he can manage fine with a round of golf and club members revenue. Summer holidays were going quite nice but somehow we were delivered a demonstration of how it feels when intelligence services bring chemical warfare and bio-terrorism to drive by our back-yards. Strange how folk might think we shouldn’t kick off when we spot missile launches crossing our skies when they can’t possibly be NK. Crazy propoganda! Rollerball style potentials inflicted on local populations. Is Britain the next Syria? Hopefully not. But we’re nothing like America either and youtubers asserting British values are more attuned to American and Australian culture than to our European belonging have really fucked me off in the last few months. I’m not anti-American, but a lot of Americanisms are sickening like the really disconcerting notion of ‘personal agency’ and so on.

I wasn’t meaning to write some of that but it’s the gawd-blimey-gods!HonestTruth. Loopy according to some for sure. Distracted again, I’ll never catch up at this rate. 22:55 going to check if dinner’s anywhere near readying and wash up a fork for a snack-noodle if not. Getting it together one of these days would make for a much less interesting time of things huh. Oh and listening to Dave Brubeck ‘The Essential’ at home on pirate radio. i mean, you tube. honestly! Please will I grow up?!

Hope all are safe and well and maybe see you around online again soon.


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belated best wishes to you

Oh dear, I’ve been up too long unable to sleep trying to puzzle out how to remember how to use the simplest of technology! silly when I’ve been managing in an app style frame but i don’t like apps much and the internet’s going so downhill lately. i’d probably rather go back to oldstyle and I wished i’d not missed bulletin boards being so late to tech. Recently I didn’t mean to have such a long blogging hiatus. Oh dear too long with no puff about a year or three or more and not much enough before but too much huff and soon i’ll snore and bet you’re bored already. But I’ll get my breath better soon. I might dig out my rocksalt inhaler, a brand new spare one stashed somewhere. Can i find my way to anything. Eventually. I hope so.

I’ve been keeping busy while away with poetry and literature learning some a little. discovering I need to study elementary American language. Boy, it turns out we’re really quite foreign for all similarities. Shockingly different. Too many ofs? I never noticed it around the blogosphere generally before. And I am so not using grammarly-dot-com. I don’t expect anyone really does. It’s a hoax right? Back soon whenever and hope to get round for a read one evening not too distant. Oh dear reader not so testing a post next time, I’ll write better then hopefully!


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RBRC – Late March catch up

Oops! I forgot to post for the Recycled Book Reading Challenge, for both February and March. (Updating with challenge host Mliae’s March post for RBRC).

So I’m going with two recent secondhand finds that I’ll continue to dip into, not intending to read them linearly and not in a hurry. That’ll give me time, hopefully, to get around to restarting finish re-reading The Zen Gun from January’s post, while I decide what book from my unread pile to pick for April.