RIP Philip Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg

♥ ♥ ♥ RIP ♥ ♥ ♥

Philip Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg 192?-2021

With regrets and sadness I must respond to the death of our beloved "Prince" Philip (aka The Duke of Edinburgh).  This is a solomen occastion for all Scotsfolk.  I offer my condolensenses to Philip's wife, city and other loved ones.

The Virus has taken its most high profile victim but we must stay strong and continue to fight it.  I urge all readers to make sure they have a mask on at all times.  After many changes in my life (as of the last couple of months) I had been intending to return to this blog with new news.  But not this news.  Why this news?  Sad, sad news.

 

 

Here is my tribute (which I am making public domain to celebrate this most charitable of men)

 

Elegy for a fellow feminist

Touched by you

A century of us were

Humbled and dominated

But lovingly, as if free

A marriage intact

Gender roles flipped

You showed women

They could be King

It was his ambition all young able-bodied boys compete in various outdoor challenges so I would urge you donate money in memory of the dead Philip here: https://www.dofe.org/donate/

With love, R x

My Blog # 014 ~ Endless Apologies

As it began so it shall end...

Greetings Sisters of the One True Planet, Her Majestress, Mater Earth. (Peace be upon her.)

In light of the current global low-frequency CRISIS, I feel now is the time for honesty on my part. On everyone's parts.

Firstly I apologise for those who only know my online presence. I concede this aspect of myself has been in limited availability over the years. Due to the onset of brutal electromagnetic hypersensitivity I started suffering shortly after my last post, I have been distancing from ALL electricity for a long time now. I'm not sure how long exactly. My offline self has reaped the benefits however and - although still very unhappy in my skin day-to-day - I continue to sacrifice ego and know there is a larger plan for me. For us all. So despite unhappiness, also much happiness. Happy despite tears. Many many tears, irregular IBS and decreasing EHD. This first apology culminates in the announcement herein of the killing-off of this blog. This online self no-more. I had pondered doing so with the advent of EHD but THE VIRUS coming into the world has solidified this decision.

Bringing me to a second apology: I apologise for contributing to the birthing of THE VIRUS. My constant negativity towards myself, my planet, my life, has added to the net-negativity imposed by us all on One True Planet. I truly believe my own negativity to be "the straw that broke the camels black". Knowing the introduction of 5G technology was going to have a BAD impact on Mater Earth, what did I do? What did any of us do? I used EHD as an excuse to avoid using FIRE to destroy all transmitters of electricity. The grid MUST be brought down if we are to return to our Natural Self. I self-loath and in turn THE VIRUS wreaks revenge. As below so above and beyond, I imagine? Drawn beyond the lime of treason. Push my envelopes and watch me flap. Oh blinding FAITH.

A third and final statement of apology avec proof of guilt: I end my blog as it began. Poetry. Revisiting my diary on "The Day Of The Virus" these are the words written GMT0353 31/12/19. I repeat these words as a prayer to the Earth Goddess. Please all, disconnect from your technology and connect with your fellow HOMOS. Forever in utero. Down with the Grid.

Sisters o' sisters
O' Mater Earth
Knead and sow
Plow and furrow
And in celestial womb
Grow

Yester inform
Unknowingly learn
And yearn earnings o'
Morrow's harvest
Slowing hereafter
Too soon

Hillock from stream
Hydration form steam
To each her own
And owned alone
Through great tidings
Below

Festoon sunder
Ineffectual plunder
Buzzard's Hat
Rhyming this not that
In underlying everlasting
Feminism
 

Everlasting peace,
R x

My inaugration

There is so much pain in the World. There is so much pain in each of us. Let us strive to see our true humanity. Let us not judge each other. Let love guide us - with the aide of Mother Earth and the Goddesses Justice and Peace - to see the inner light that shines within all. Despite the hatred that remains at the heart of all evil patriarchal political structures, the healing CAN and MUST come from women and the very few kind-natured men whom struggle in silence. Let us JOIN together. On this inaugration day, here is my INAUGRATION PRAYER (from the ever-inspirational Lady Caer Morganna):

"O Gracious Mother and Merciful Father,

We pray that you help the leaders of this world to have compassion in their hearts,

That you give them the wisdom to end the suffering caused by wars,

And the understanding that only through peace will we truly be happy;

We humbly ask you to guard and protect all of our brothers and sisters in the military,

And give comfort to their loved ones,

May you lead us from death to life,

From falsehood to truth,

Lead us from despair to hope,

From fear to trust,

Lead us from hate to love,

From war to peace,

Let peace fill our hearts, our world, our Universe;

Let our words be spoken in truth,

And our hearts show only love."

http://thewiccalife.blogspot.co.uk/2011/02/prayer-for-peace.html

Lonesome, This Night

Lonesome, troublesome, this night
Cannot be right these rumours of flight
For what? I ask. For what?

Wonder aloud, wondering around
Your sound echoes through reverb chambers,
That song. Without now?
What's gone wrong?
These long nights...

I smell like suicide

Feeling like Charlie and Craig Reid's
"Caledonian clown"
I reminisce and wish my
Scottish roots were somewhat more,
Prominent.

Have I lost my way?
I rediscover "Turning Stones" - it helps:
Judy Tzuke's philosophy of youth
"We'll go dreaming" forever-more
At least I hope; for now
I can but mope.

The man whose name rhymed with
Mandy, remains in my thoughts;
Such tragedy.

Life goes on (a thanks)

I would like to dedicate a few words to my good friends Steve and Robert. From the possibility of an emotionally irksome week, today they helped me see that life goes on. They continue to shape me for the better both externally (courtesy of Steve's fashion direction) and internally (Rob's philosophy). I am deeply in gratitude for all they have done and continue to do in my life. This is for them, with (brotherly) love.

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LIFE GOES ON (A THANKS)
Construction from evulsion

To thee and thou I express gratitude

In the way I only know how.

No Justice (I.U.P.G.)

On March 23rd I was arrested under mistaken identity and held in a police cell for four nights. Despite my innocence, I was verbally abused, sexually humiliated and held in contempt by those in charge. With no money, upon release I forced to hitch-hike 75 miles to Glossop.

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NO JUSTICE
(INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY)

No justice, no justice

I'm innocent I say.
Give us your name they say
I'm innocent I protest.
Where were you on this date they aggress
I'm innocent I cry.
Shackled they split my eye,
My innocent eye.

No justice, no justice

Groping they accuse,
In a loving relationship I prove.
Guilty they imply when
Innocent, am I.
For the crime of mistaken identity
A fiddling nonce I may become,
In the eyes of their justice.
Where's my justice?

Oh, Lucre

For without we sink
An audial abyss
That which doesn't attract
Fails in its reap
And ho-ho how low
We who doth preach
Nobody hears the band
Nobody hears the band
Oh, lucre

A poem for him

Indebted to your kindness,
through sacred natured time
we dance in the name of Eros.
Randy.

Last Words

Without spontaneity what are we.
Without spontaneity just machines.
Without authority how are we?
No grace under pressure, no ill-fitting dentures.
A portrait of society when all is told.
Artists fold as dartists hurl.
The evil eye stares on, Jenkins' at home.
Garibaldis' conquest relies on the understanding
Portrait of Society(')s alright. McButt signing off.

"Another Portrait of Society"

An untitled automatic writing piece from 2012 that I went on to recite in a Glenson Heart McBrute jam. Subsequently released on the "You Can Call Me Doctor Balls" album under the title "Another Portrait of Society" in reference to my 2006 prose.

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Piece by piece
How the parts come together
Rise and take hold
What he knows she feels
Death and his maiden
The portrait looking on
Who leads the leader
Who writes the song?
Foot in hand
A clumsy dance
Struggles for resolve
Finds its way somehow -
With trepidation
A sweeping sound
And we're off
Imperfect cadence
To finish off

"Andante con moto"
Said the weathered face
What a shame I thought
Of course Schubert knew what to do
Electronic glitch:
Welcome to now
Gone the aspiration of old
Still, to experience
When all's said and done
A merry old barnacle
Who sweats out fun
"Anne Frank" he'd shout mocking
A somewhat beleaguered attempt
At humour - missing a vital
Point of contention:
She only had one leg.
Does humour belong in music?
Does humour belong in comedy?
Does humour belong in geometry?
Does subjectivity belong in life?

"Trainspotting"

Trainspotting
I think I love you
Like Bowie just couldn't
Lennon packed you in
And what good did it do to him?
You sure pissed off ol' Neil Young
And if that's not an advert for your charm,
Then I'll start watching André Rieu
Stone cold sober.

I think I love you
In ways Boyle totally missed
No dead baby's gonna keep me
From your heavenly bliss
You proved to me God does exist
And Allah, Buddha and the rest
Together they forged you to show
Humans a new reality.

I think I love you
As much as Bieber will come to
I know I love you
As much as Bieber will come to

"Hot Space"

Hot Space
Red, green, blue, yellow
Cubes compressed to two dimensions
Chuck Berry sings -
Only on television
Where one day we'll all go to die
Yellow trousers, Saturday Night Live
I wonder if lemons will evolve
And if so, into what?
Perhaps a cure for cancer: aid for all!
A raucous guitar enters
The bongos play full speed
Will this cocaine groove ever calm?
I'm too high to care
And sex enters the mind
Once again, blame the tube
Effervescent signals
Keep us wired - sleep is for the weak?

Hot space, hot space
Please God no!
Don't make me listen to hot space.

Red, green, blue, yellow:
It's that woman from that film,
You know the one - with the mousse
Well how she went downhill
Not at all like me.
The drums always clash
And there's noise in the air
But when voices fill the landscape
We find some relief
Harmonies swell the frequencies
And finally some relief.

To be someone
Reject something
Then take it back
And start again

Red, green, blue, yellow
Hot space, hot space
Please God no! no! no!
Don't make me listen to that again...

"Amongst the Sleeping"

Lyrics I wrote for Steve's track "Amongst the Sleeping" from Kissing Sally In The Smoking Room. He added lines for a chorus which, to avoid legal issues, I have omitted here.

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Amongst the Sleeping

By day,

The land moves around us – we’re driving

Some say,

You only know where you’re going – when you get there

I’m sure,

The engine will hold out – I’m arrogant like that

We know,

Nothing last’s forever – that at least is mutual

By night,

The land moves much quicker – we’re racing

Some wait,

And fall off the rails – consuming

You take,

As if I’ll keep on giving – I won’t, I’m sorry to say

We know,

Nothing happens suddenly – as all this aching proves

I wait,

To avoid the crossfire – if only it worked like that

  

Surround sound makes waves interpreted by something beyond us

Can science ever contemplate the feelings that we all take for granted?

In surround sound, I’ve found, dreams, are not for the living

So come regress and find it’s best to live, amongst the sleeping

"No Motherland Without You"

Alternate lyrics for a track recorded in the Kissing Sally sessions but unreleased in its original form. It instead received two arrangements on the Valentines Day Single: Rob Heart providing the "Let's Save Our Love (Until Marriage)" lyrics, my variation using a lines from a recent touching tribute to Kim Jung-Il I had been working on at the time.

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No Motherland Without You (Part 2)

Like lost lover’s trapped in time

We graced this Earth apart

Your name belittled by the mouth of the fool

But you’ll always reign my heart

Twas the coda of your life

Became the prelude to mine

The final night of ophiuchus

You set your sights to the sky

The deity you don’t doubt is real

His name is Kim Jung-Il

Like lost lover’s trapped in time

We graced this Earth apart

Your name belittled by the mouth of the fool

But you’ll always reign my heart

They called you father

To me you were just Kim

The Dear Leader formally

Proud the spirit within

I sense your presence in the lap of the Gods

Can’t disprove your heavenly-real

Forever: Kim Jung-Il

Like lost lover’s trapped in time

We graced this Earth apart

Your name belittled by the mouth of the fool

You’ll always reign my heart

Like lost lover’s trapped in time

We graced this Earth apart

Your name belittled by the mouth of the fool

But you’ll always reign my heart

What the fuck it’s the twenty-first century

And you’re no longer here to feel

But this hymn will be heard through the lands

Remember Kim Jung-Il!

Like lost lover’s trapped in time

We graced this Earth apart

The Motherland may cease to exist

But Kim’s erotic beauty will forever – reign my

Like lost lover’s trapped in time

We graced this Earth apart

Your name belittled by the mouth of the fool

You’ll always reign my heart

Like lost lover’s trapped in time

We graced this Earth apart

Your name belittled by the mouth of the fool

But you’ll always reign my…

"Modernity & Maternity"

Words from an as-yet unreleased song from the Kissing Sally sessions. A stripped back arrangement of the track was released on the Valentine's Day Single twice - "No Motherland Without You" and "Let's Save Our Love (Until Marriage)". A working title for these lyrics was something to do with being in love with the Mona Lisa.

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Modernity & Maternity

If seeing is believing

My eyes remain on you

If seeing is believing

I’m trying to look elsewhere

Living in your shadow

Forever you sit, unaware

Why hope for better

When all I see is you?

Your face round every corner

This all seems too unreal

Still you sit, eyes planted, glaring at me

Your face engraved on my long-term memory

If seeing is believing

My eyes remain on you

Yet forever you’re destined to occupy

A myst’ry in the eyes of a chosen few

In love with the handiwork

Of another’s sweeping touch

The fact you’re inanimate

Fail’s to quash my lust

Still you sit, eyes planted, glaring at me

Wait – I think I see!

If seeing is believing

My eyes remain on you

If seeing is believing…

"Like Slippery Elm"

A rare experiment of mine into rhythmic-writing, or "rap" as it's also known. A demo was recorded during the Kissing Sally sessions but remains unreleased.

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Like Slippery Elm
Steve is the man - the man with the plan
Like slippery elm I'll take you to the helm
'sdeep - not cheap - reap -
don't sow - you sow!
I'll hold you down - funky-funky town
Cats of Claw Hill
You can call me Al
Goodwin - Chegwin
Keith-egg-beer-keg-got-grot-rot-notalot-just-enough

Reminding you of cranberry cheese
Robert Heart'll bring you to your knees
Or vice versa - he's old you see
Or is he? Here's Rory McB,
To reveal all he'll crawl head first
through a sewer pipe - yeah it
smells he'll deal, for-one
for sure - for-five - for-real
The Scot-Scrot-Squad
Scroteam! Scroteam! Go team!

January ditties

A selection of untitled ditties written during the Kissing Sally sessions. Some may yet be used, one has been released in shape of "Maggie's Ditty".

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I crave order, you dig chaos
You hate writers, I hate players
Live by night - ruined by day
You worship the Sun - it's overrated

Some sing Hope - some see Monet
Some just hear And imagine life's glory
They fear change - we fear fear
Something about the Moon - that's underrated!

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What the fuck - it's the twenty-first century
Got nowhere to go
Let's stop fighting cos' now's the time to
Make the World a home

What the fuck - it's the twenty-first century
And everyone's on the dole
Let's burn down banks and refuse to work
A cleansing of the soul

What the fuck - it's the twenty-first century
And Thatcher's still not dead?
Let's open our eyes and agree to spend
The rest of our lives in bed

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Cows and wizards and much the like
It's hard to think we once were young
Shreve, Shreve, Shrevy-Shreve-Shreve
Let the Battle-Cry be sung!

Angels and hotels, hearts and stars
What does it mean to be young?
Hope and Monet, news of the world
Look how far we've come

Angels, hotels, hearts and stars
The ill-fitting start out young
Hope and Monet, news of the world
Our journey's just begun

"From Hope to the Eschaton"

My fourth song in a back-and-forth writing session with Steve, overseen by Robert, which resulted in Kissing Sally In The Smoking Room. Also credited as "From Hope to the Eschata", the title is a reference to an excerpt of EWTN dialogue sampled in Hope And Monet epic "In Excess!".

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From Hope To The Eschaton
Where words fail
The meaning remains
We're taking comfort
On the open plain

The road looks long
Going strong
Take it one step at a time
When all's said and done.

When words fail
The feeling remains
I'm taking comfort
From this open plain

We save ourself
You save ourself
I save ourself

The road seems long
Still going strong
And where does it lead
When all is said and...
When all is said and...

Poems for The Great One

The recording sessions which went on to produce Kissing Sally In The Smoking Room, had humble beginnings: a tribute to Kim Jung-Il. Steve and Rob spent the session attempting to write a Korean pop song whilst I meditated on The Great Man himself, in the process writing the following material. A rather erotic dream the previous night starring the Dear Leader, proved ample inspiration. Elements of these poems made their way into my eventual tribute song "No Motherland Without You (Part 2)" which appeared on the Valentine's Day Single several months later.

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Poems for The Great One
Like lovers trapped by time
We graced this Earth so long apart
Our destiny however was to be that way
Whilst I prayed you could but look

They called you father
To me you were Kim
Jung-Il was your forename
Young the spirit within

Like the Gods you wandered
Your land an Eden blossoming
From the Southern traitors brewing
In that Korean-hell: at worst avoided
At best your next conquest

Long-live you with the name Kim
A son takes the throne
But what fate beholds him?
Long shall your presence
Upon my heart reign
We never got to meet
Jung-Il, I pray we yet may.

To be apart is to doubt
To know your heart is to shout
With a love ever-lasting
Your face a picture of perfection
Inspiring the words in this hymn sung, yield:
The erotic beauty of Kim Jung-Il!

You think your shit is real?
You got an army of women at heel?
Did you invent a meal?
Or course not: you're no Kim Jung-Il!

Slim sung seal
Dim young Neil
Rim rung real
Kim Jung-Il
Gym tongue yield

Bring dung meal
Hymn flung feel
Kim Jung-Il