Grow your own toenails breathe your own air scratch your own itchy arse moan at that there. Perform your own pantomime eat your own toast whilst life-permitting then be your own ghost ...
Art
climb ing
Almost at the top I turn around to the valley behind the bulk of what's been climbed since gradient is in decline. The village below looks like a tiny model-village yet less detail - fainter, scant plus populated by ants. The clouds above me still they don't seem that much closer which can only be an illusion as the Sky Gods thrive on confusion. & then a murmur utters 'further' determination reapplied (very) almost at the top now but what lies beyond the other side ? ...
pass it all on…
Nan used to tell me old Folk Tales & never-ever-ever-ever eat your own toenails only other peoples' that internet is evil the Hun don't like it up 'em & next door are in league with weasels. Plus it's only witches that get chickenpox twice butterflies are too nice always neat - no ice & sometimes wolves are sheep in disguise never double-cross a morris dancer - yes, she was wise ...
shattoodoo
Check inbox for latest emails from Barabus & Banardos, squeeze avocados then FREE TERRY WAITE. Translate Milton into Pingu knock knock who's there? Igloo Igloo who? Igloo let me in I'll tell you not this side of gist, this is the middle of a list ...
hobbyist apocalypse
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The Campanologists decided -
to end with a clang defy the essence of time in chimey unison rang. The Philatelists pored & ogled through their Stanley Gibbons books whilst licking the front of their favourites & shedding tears - with final goodbye looks. The Ikebanists they seemed to at last lose their powers so now devoid of their Dark-Witchcraft unarranged lovely flowers. Plus the poet-lot simply wrote on as all shit crumbled & evil winds blew oceans drowned & mountain ranges tumbled but their stray words dreamed of dawns anew ...
spineless promotion
Hello there & I hope you’re well on this fine Mundane.
I’ve written a book recently.
Its called … bracken english, 101 poems to read before you sigh
& you can buy it in book form on the links provided in this post-ad-shat.
I think I’ve added the links right. If not, just search it. Nothing is hidden…
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It’s not quite ready in Kindle form yet because until very recently I thought that was a chocolate egg with a free plastic shell that you could hide ‘stuff’ in when stuck where the sun don’t shine……………..(classic)
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Because I don’t normally blog, I thought I’d write a list of 10 almost interesting facts about this collection of discharges…You don’t have to read this & you’ve probably left the iron on anyway but as they used to say in the Navy; ‘friggate!’ – koz this is life on the (Froggatt) Edge…
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- Title … Bracken English is my style, a pun & a nod to Nature. 101 poems to read before you sigh is another pun. I love puns, they’re punderful & all the pun of the fair… (etc.)
- Language… I am dyslexic & lazy-complacent at times so there will be grammar mistakes & spelling guffs. I don’t like it when wankers get strict about these things. Rules are often there to be ignored. Let people do it how they want to. These are our words, don’t let the anal restrict because they enjoy that far too much… & anyway it all stems from the same source (Brain-Soul) & surely that is the point … ?
- Bad Language… There is bad language. Nothing too bad, just SHIT, FUCK, TWAT, SHITE, SHAT etc…
- Stories… A lot of these poems are stories really. Penned in the 1st person. 1 of my favourite poetry books & books generally is Seeing Stars by Simon Armitage. Everyone should own that book, it’s genius & they’re sort-of story poems. Blame the great man himself…
- Recurring Themes… Nature, Madness, Life, Oddness, Weird Love, Death, Magic, Myth, Time & Reality… but it’s fun really… x
- God… God is a character that pops up a lot. I don’t mind God really though because he’s a tea drinker … (FACT)
- ISBN … 9781519692702 … Yep, movin’ on…
- Cover… I did the cover myself. The fearn photo was taken on a hill in the Pennines back in September, then modified in the lab. The written bit was stuck on with Micropore surgical tape. I have an Elastoplast allergy so there’s always plenty of that tape in my 1st aid kit-shit. Riveting stuff this… Nearly there…
- Name… resarf is my pen name. There are other resarfs online. I’m sad enough to have checked. There are several on Youtube & none of them are me. There’s also a chemical cleaning company in Dundee called Resarf. But I quite like that because I grew up reading the Beano before I got too mature for it & moved onto Viz… Alleyways, yes, it is Fraser backwards. That’s why I picked it. My main nickname in real life is Merlin & that’s even more unoriginal… & as the old Fraser motto goes … Je suis prest … So fuckin’ bring it on …
- I’ve run out of facts, make up your own & add here …………………….. Thank you for reading & take care, nice 1. Peace x
quite ominous stuff
A loud thunder cloud clapped then some scaffolding collapsed as an evil wind blew so the Queen followed-through. A 1-headed magpie exclaimed a single sad sigh thence flew under a ladder as the lunatics grew madder. Plus all the cats were howling & the turtle doves were growling until it was clear to all so bollocks to crystal balls. Yes it's unjoyously unsurprising there's shat nastiness arising & this shite might get tough coz that's quite ominous stuff ...
the sun is secretly belgian
The Sun is secretly Belgian but it's never told a soul like Eddie Merx, Stella Artois or the Smurfs for fear of losing its sway & control. As some Sun worshippers would demmand blood if they found out & no doubt switch their allegiences to the moon (!), oh the Sun is secretly Belgian & Jupiter's diabetic but don't tell a single sausage or that sun will come for you ...
doppelgänger
You are here but where are you? Pottering - as we do in a 2nd hand hand shop or berating giraffes at the zoo? But not the okapis has it joined the Illuminati or has it overslept its way to Crewe? Maybe it's behind the sofa or playing games with supernovas - You are here but where are you? ...
this hum
There was this hum in the air from nothing much in particular - just a collective mix abuzz from bits of things & stuff. So I decided to join in & with a Trad. Folk tune didst bombinate - in the hope that music might catch on & this drone elevate then dominate. It remained a solo effort ...