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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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Doodling for a freewriting…(repost plus)

I still haven’t made any drawing but I doodled this earlier… and might make something of it elsehow and some other way(s) some other time…(NoteToSelf!) The doodle had to get itself out before I got on with a twenty-minute timed freewriting excercise around the question to task:

I write because there is no easy answer – no easy answers – no quick fix. Perhaps no fix it at all. Maybe nothing’s broken. Everything drifts. Sometimes to drift around uncertain shores is fine. Sometimes. Sometimes, to drop anchor, get it down, find my bearings – I should have found them before – but […]

via Another grey area — (my post at sWishingUp, …

…where I’m posting my #EverydayInspiration responses and working through #IntermediateCustomisation tasks.(I changed the theme, to another clunky one I don’t see often these days and I’m keeping it there for the next three weeks at least while I do this writing ‘class’).

I did both these #BloggingU classes in September2015 but was very messy and scatterbrained about it. I need to try and keep or make things neat and tidy…

So, I’ve signed up again, inspired and encouraged by my blogging neighbour, Sarah to Have Fun Learning some more and also to keep Blogging for Fun – (I just love those taglines she chose for her blogs) and as I haven’t found my scrap of paper with ‘pumpkin pie’ on it to submit for Sarah’s challenge, I’m writing an ad hoc new one in the here and now… here goes…

Does it have to be a haiku? I might try Autumn leaves, while Spring’s just round the corner, no signs of winter inbetween. That’s 29 syllables you see, though if I removed the first question, with eight syllables, then I’d only need to drop four more… and in adjusting that sentence… my haiku:

Where went wintertime

while Spring’s around the corner

Autumn leaves remain

Well, autumn leaves are still blowing around the yard and the pavements beyond. We have had some frost. I’ve seen real solid ice formations all of twice and the tiniest sprinkle of very temporary powdery-snow once and crystalised-ice-drops two or maybe three times. Autumn seemed to continue very slowly with the trees hanging on to leaves as long as they could possibly manage and dropping only a few at a time and winter hasn’t really seemed to get here. Although I do have all of two snowdrops in my backyard, as I posted yesterday at theWishingWell in Farewell February, Onward March

How’s the weather doing in your part of the world? and/or How are you doing? (now there’s another phrase I’ve not heard in ages…) 


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Whatever is this Dark Net thing?

I know I’m a silver surfer when I have no idea what such things as ‘the Dark Net’ mean! I could try and guess. I sometimes wonder if it’s just the huge wodge of tagging some people apply at their blog posts to deter the search engines from picking up their stuff. I’d hedge a small bet (a spent match! not a button nor bean!) that I am most likely incorrect.

This is not a dark net. This my beautiful bathroom window by natural evening light. (It is an authentic eco-house for real! And I am grateful, of course!)

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And that [above!] is the best shot I got of the moon in ages. Taken from the inside, naturally. Not using flash, no lighting, just the moon lighting its way, piercing my dark net – you can see it needs a wash perhaps, but you need sunlight to see it and i’m waiting for the cleaning fairies springing along. Surely.

I am aware it is not a good photo, conventionally. But I love it as ‘documentation’. Is my excuse.And. I have worse subject matter of similar shit nothing alike ‘photography’.

I avoid conventions. Mostly. I just can’t do can do kind of things …

It was either a full moon this evening, or it was almost a full moon. Scientifically, I’m often a day ahead or behind the actual day. Similarly i’m usually naturally awake for sunrise at solstice a day or four ahead of the given day too. I don’t mind when I see a sunrise as long as I see one, or some. (Paganism is rooted in ancient native enslavement, so I just don’t believe…! I don’t mean to be offensive with that remark for being so pale!)

Seeing sunrise, the more often the better, however mundane and unspectacular my actual view of it might be. It’s just in the moment. It’s all there really is that ever seems anything of value at all, the wonder of mundane moments. There is nothing in the world worth more than one of those ‘wow’ moments as the field of light suddenly changes everything before your eyes, (but that’s not mundane, that’s glorious!) or the glimpse of light or shadow from a bird enters the interior space through a closed window and makes you jump of a sudden right out of your skin. that’s not mundane either. It’s nature’s reminder to not be scared of anything.

I didn’t imagine the phases of the moon seem to have passed double-speed. Did I miss understanding the ‘supermoon’ a few weeks back too? Only seven days ago I caught the halfmoon in a snap. Or is it usual this time of year for a half moon to take  a week? I should’ve paid attention better at school, apparently. But we keep getting history all wrong and passing it off as fact so who’d care about natural sciences and stuff when we could just be told and then so BELIEVE…

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Right up my street, with a tiny half moon, a straggle of hair? left, and luckily not a cracked lens! You can’t quite see that half-moon, but it was! (5th January, 2017, away to shop!)

We do seem to have bypassed winter, unless it’s just around the corner awaiting Eastertide. Or maybe I hibernated and everyone pretended to still be having that Xmas thing really just so I didn’t miss out… but I’m not going there, so until Easter…

Don’t get me wrong we have had some ice – I got to see all of less than one days worth so far this winter of this much significance…

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A stalagmite type icicle … how? Jack frost stay round my yard all night making that happen for me? Trickster dumpstering over the fence adhering it to the lid? Goodness knows, the cctv saw nothing that night! Otherwise: just my compost bin supporting ramshackle fence

I like rubbish to snaps, but that ice soon melted so no need to break it off. Very glad I don’t have a windscreen to scrape. I’ve noticed poor fellas doing that maybe three mornings so far, over 12 weeks (months numbered?) – but twice just for frost and a bit over dramatic and not quite matching terrain. Maybe they faced a different way. They were the other side, a bit down the beaten track at some small distance.

Rattling on, I seen the weirdest excuse for art somewhere this evening [says she whom makes rubbish excuses for art and creativity here! there! not at all all over!] and I wish I could remember but my history’s cleared again! it is a sod! when that happens… oh yeah, dodgy rattle tails and unethical pictorial use – except it looked like plastic or dough construction toy and more than a bit deer, at a guess. You’d have to hope no-one nowhere in the world would be such a desperado as to excuse ‘art’ for such animosity and selfish ignorance. [Says… !] Even the suggestion is offensive.

Oh and some funny Weber reminders with not enough full stops. Then there was the reminders of newspaper balls and composting – guess that’s why my bin lid in this post has to have a place!

Today wasn’t uneventful. Particularity. Spelt it wrong! Particlary. Peculiarly. Oh my days! I will remember! The sky changed more quickly than I could keep pace and it never stops. There was no rain, just the threat of some. Momentary. Once upon a time…

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If you visited my yard, you might never believe this really is my very own view! (unedited snap taken 11th January2017, from my doorstep)