'real'?

Usually those people who urbanely  bleat about ‘in the real world’ are the narrow unreal ones. 

Don’t they realise that those they accuse of ‘ not living in the real world’ or ‘ never had a real job' or  whatever, are part of the world they live in? 

The real world is a big  mishmash of many people and many views. Maybe they need to open their eyes to the variety of the real world  rather than exclude anyone who doesn’t share their blinkered view of the world.

Get a Dog

I recently rediscovered this that I wrote a couple of years ago while in Scotland at parental home wondering what I was doing there. A friend had just advised if you are on your own get a dog. This mixes thoughts but seemed right about change, transformation and this time:

‘Get a dog'

Keep the dog happy and then your happy,

 no time to worry 

A dog's life is short-

several dogs lives fit into a human life

 so you get to accept the ageing of the loved dog, waning energies and dying 

And how the new pup has some the old dog's traits

 but with younger eager vigour

Dad always wanted a dog  

but Mum was always anti dog;

‘people are so much more interesting’ she said

She raised  5 children

and wanted to capture life in the things she collected,

But now the family is grown and gone just the shells remain;

The books are still on the shelves,

but the age of the book has passed as all things must

The energy has gone out of this household 

It's ok ma,

We carry our poetry within us

It's not been captured and translated into visible things;

Money or books on shelves,

But  though we thank you ma for birthing nurturing and nudging the bud 

be warned you don't know

you may be surprised 

by the way in which we grow

On Sunday morning I went for walk and coffee and as I was walking through marylebone station there was a film shoot in progress- big crew, lots of big lights podiums and cameras probably about 20crew several actors and extras, trying to film a busy station scene- in a busy station. Why were there extras dressed up as ordinary people?

 why didn't someone just wander round the station with an unobtrusive hi definition camera and record what was happening?
 I sat at an empty table by the AMT coffee stall and watched. They did one take then the table I was sitting at filled up with extras, shepherded there by one of the crew. I imagined a line down the middle of the table with fact on one side and fiction on the other,  the extras on one side and me on the other ( maybe that’s disingenuous- by being aware of the narrow line between fact and fiction makes me fictional?) and was in this fiction that was trying to recreate fact. The line was moving I was no longer watching this scene , I was in shot. One of the extras tried to check out whether I was an 'official'  extra. I said no. he said 

"you should get paid for this- I'll point out the man you have to talk to . You're within your rights"

 I wondered whether to try but didn't want the argument and paper work to get afew pounds, even if it was an ad for SKY who have gazillions. I sloped off. Maybe I should have been more aggressive but bloody hell this was 8am on my Sunday morning.

when does a blemish become a story?

From a refurbished computer apologetically sold at reduced price with some light scratches to a tatty antiquarian book that has passed through many hands: at what point does wear and tear  it’s marks and decay become an interesting story and increase the value in a used thing?

Don and Mel

Yesterday I posted this:
‘So here I am this morning next to Regent’s Park wow!how balanced and calm I am despite Don boy and Mel being so close- less than1/2 a mile away, staying in US ambassadors residence at Winfield House.. no, just cos he’s US pres and very nearby , I’m not going to let that deluded pipsqueak disturb my early morning ritual. 
Oh bloody hell,  a HUGE motorcade of big black vehicles with a police escort just went by. Couldn’t see inside the big limo it had darkened windows.’
But an hour later when leaving the park I saw an identical motorcade heading down to central london. The first one must have was a decoy - false news to confuse.


NO don
GO don
UNDONE IN LONDON 
GO HOMENO don
GO don
UNDONE IN LONDON 
GO HOMENO don
GO don
UNDONE IN LONDON 
GO HOME
NO don
GO don
UNDONE IN LONDON 
GO HOME

Bigg planz

Dohn’t giv mi yaw bigg planz

I'moanli intrestid in your nek stepp.

luk at wot’s aroundu,

luk at wot’s possibul

there is a way of concentrating

There is a way of concentrating- trying but relaxed, not caring but committed ; going for it, not letting depressive fatalistic thoughts stop you whilst going,but letting go as soon as you mess up and trying again.  It’s difficult to find the right words for this. It’s a bit illogical but the body knows