Buddy Wakefield- Flockprinter

I played this some time ago, but the audience didn't appreciate it. Maybe if I play it again here, it might register to today's audience. Who knows? It's a lovely song though, and I found it originally on "The Spill" an eclectic site to follow on your feeder if you like hearing new music that never seems to make it to the radio....

Fink.

The music is definitely NOT mine, but the awesome "Fink". The video clips are though, and are holiday themed for some reason that I can't quite put my finger on, not having been on one for some considerable time now......

This is a short post as I'm going to spend some time listening to some of his other stuff......

Aftermath

The dam overflow at "Black Sike" near Liphill, near Holmfirth.

 I am so utterly not "down with grafitti" these days and usually can't make out half the letters.

My new abode!

(Joke, honest.)

The Birdman

Link

The poems on there will slowly but surely be migrated on to here, in and amongst.

I haven't dated the ones I've posted here so far, but seeing as how I haven't really written anything that I'm happy with for some considerable time now, you can just assume they're all "old". If I suddenly find inspiration and a new vein of creativity, I am fairly sure to mention it.

Ghost

IAMX

A tonic to the previous post. Turn it up!

IAMX- "Think of England" simply superb.

Heart and Head

 Narnia? Or somewhere in the Holme Valley?

I'll have to let you decide whether I went through the wardrobe this time, or just a time warp.

There are things in my world that I am happy to share, and some that I am not. Likewise there are probably some things in my world that I am happy to share, but common decency and sense dictate that I keep my big mouth shut.

I'll opt to do just that.

Today held terror, sadness, fear, anticipation, regret, and a mountain of other emotional boulders, all perched ready to form their own overwhelming avalanche.

There was no tremor, no crack in the ground, nor sky, nothing to dislodge the rock-slide, and so little to report. I worked in somebody's garden, I came home. There are too many "I"s in this, so it might be a good time to stop before I write more than would be acceptable.

Glad that I don't live in Batley though.

Co-codamol is helping my insanely painful back. I'm wondering if it needs any help from Bradfield Brewery's "Farmer's Blonde", and thinking it could be worth the risk.

 

One Dove

Presented without comment.

I could write an essay, I could write a book. So could you. But we won't, we're too dignified.

What Else Could I Post?

Black Hill

Black Hill


On the Edge Of Black Hill.

The black moors rise, still and ignored,

Fey and, not quite timeless, sleeping races,
Beneath these stiff boots, treading memory trods,
Dried heather flowers and loose black sods.

Crumbling, we sit, and our eyes trace these lines,
Delivered and executed by a thin spidery hand.
To lost pools, and pleasure gardens, what jubilee.

Will deep lethargy discover us on the seat of angels,
And cast us from these dour dark dank heights,
To poor pastures below, with the sorry sheep,
And sorrier autumn meadow weed, long husky
Dessication of this memory, salty tears on cracking lips.

Come inspiration and rescue these dogs, this sorry man,
Pluck us high from this forgotten forbidden edge,
Where skies and moors meet and these elements,
Find roost in dark execution, lost heathered places.

Crumbling black heart, dogs and spidery intention,
Fey, but not quite crumbling, or pleasureless,
As often before, now delivered and with stiff boots,
We stand, shake a little, deep sniff and try.

Burst this shell, from around black and heavy thoughts,
Fill this dry heart with jubilee pastures,
Walking with positive dogs, timeless angels,

Downhill now, to autumn valleys on old sorry sheep trods,
With newly woken dreams, inspiration of sleeping places.

Today's Walk

 "2e (AKA Two Toes)"

 Upperthong Village Hall

 The Old Scrap Yard

From today's walk.

"Mark's Bottoms" I kid you not, between Upperthong/Netherthong & Holmfirth. A good place to go for an hour or so, to clear the head and heart of cobwebs and stuff.

Click on the pictures for a more or less "full size" version.

It's not my intention to let my ramblings get personal, so I won't but it's been a difficult time all round, and I am temporarily homeless, though hopefully that will change in the not too distant future.

You can join the dots for yourself, but the one constant common factor that runs through all my relationships is....

Me.

That's about as close to personal as it's going to get, this isn't a head-washing exercise after all.

By gum but it's cold.

Awake, Shake Dreams From Your Hair.....

Something stirs.

Bizarrely this was just a random post, when I noticed that it was exactly a year since the last one....coincidence?

Nothing planned in this life, just let it happen.

The End of the Blog

Goodbye all, we had fun huh?