https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvRsn-5SqSA

for years Thievery Corporation have propped my go-to stash of  kick-back tunes- musical therapy  and plenty many-mucho eargasms-
Caught them twice in London- brilliant live...
Love to hit that play button, dip my toes in warm- palm beats, curl like smoke on the give of an old sofa,... and float out, blissed into the waiting cosmos...

Honor among Thieves

First stanza a forethought
Although the departure saddens, it heralds change-Autumn and leaf-turn. the second inbound avian wave- waders, wildfowl, thrushes- the raptors descend from the highlands to the marshes.

The Tears of St Lawrence- colloquialism for Perseids- meteors associated with Swift-Tuttle debris mid August

Swifts seem to mass over the bay at this time  "last-in -first-out migrants" could the Perseids be the celestial trigger for their gathering, a seasonal clock-tick to move them on?
Their numbers fly quietly, this time, a contrast to the scything charges that screamed about the old town chimneys as the young birds knew their wings

"Hurst"- Wooded hill/Woodland

"Swift"- "Apus Apus"- "Footless"

just seen a bus load of reality heading South-need to get out there and turn it around- enough of this *******!

Context required:

I agree with the message behind the protests- who doesn't?

But a billion people making small differences can amount to extraordinary change.

Let your green spaces grow wild.
Drive less
Fly less
Eat less red-meat.
Walk
Cycle
Less time using the net
Read more
Educate ourselves.
Consume less- in all industries.

Small changes x billions..
Stop pointing the finger and start making informed choices.
Ultimately its up to us.

go no-mow

Mania under lock and key, a slightly shaking pair of hands.

In the hush of these ice-bound mornings,
sound travels,
The local lesser-black backs have
a regular tear-up with a couple of herons
that kip down by the frozen willow,
On low-pressure mornings, it's all a bit windy
and lost
In the cold-high-overs it hovers
forever, cupping the lowland with voice

shhhh

fleshing the knuckle of the conversation that started with, "The bridge, by me is ****** with ice"
Caution is a boomerang, that, once thrown- may disappear for years- but it will return, and return hard-  
For me, it's in my early 50's- approaching a decking bridge, slick with ice, reaching into my pocket  and thinking "****!, where did that boomerang come from?"

I crossed the bridge- it was pathetic- thank the Lord and all his bearded chums, it was dark...

Sprawk- Sparrowhawk
Bonxie- Great Skua

we will fill the god-shaped hole
with new monsters of our making

"A cause- a cause!...my Kingdom for a cause!"

Pavlovian responses,
Influences,
Illusion of free will

?  once,

Cogito ergo sum- 4 yer Mum!

working title

Humanity- such potential

currently a waste of time and space

less division- less egoism

need to redirect our energies toward something unifying

2 years ago today.