On a Solstice Eve the joint 2nd shortest day of the year when the silvery Sun soon does 1 - disappears especially when partially marred by cloud. A song swanned into my ears a proper old classic no glib festive cheer pre-dating mortal-Jesus with his bastardized ideas so sing it loud & proud now Winter is here ...
Poetry
most fun is harmless
Whether lost without purpose as a porpoise in a shampoo advert, or moochin' on the horizons of the enlightened & aspiring brigands views. Be it wassailing in the valley with a poem whilst Summer deep-dreams sleep-stirless, or just talking to a bucket - fuck it something to do ...
auguries of tinnitus
I don't remember the Stone Age or the Bronze Age for that matter ; I've never even heard of Rosencratz, that Mastodon or wiped out the Quagga. Loose tiles on a vile Shrovetide bits of brisk gale & shards of dark shatter - no, sorry I don't own that nosedive plus I've never seen toads fly fuck off now & scatter ...
legerdemain(ia)
We Spell your many names - we do on assortments of blank A4 pads, neat pumice & tattered rags, scribbled ink hand's; riddles yet to understand. We try to remember them all in order before they're once more rearranged compelled by forces varied & strange - we Spell your many names ...
the cress years
Yes 1 remembers cress with a distinct fond ness the stubby sweaty thumbs of its uncle-esque caress. The way it laughed & cried like turpentine was far-right at times & made myrtle wine. Plus who can lest forget the rash on its left elbow that resembled Rasputin or the Isle of Wight? But that was many Manis & several Lunas gone now - mere dingy memories dwindled of light ...
destiny is a wanker too…
The other day I briefly managed to give Fate the slip by tying its shoelaces together so after 1/2 a stride it tripped thence fell flat on its Fate-face whereupon I ran away & disguised myself as an invisible needle hidden in a GIANT stack of hay. Briefly ...
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
in between sneezes
In between sneezes & disease related wheezes sternutation hesitation mini lull world destination. Yes in between atchoos this fragile bubble time in lieu providing some respite from gesundheit - maybe it's cleared nostrils crossed disappeared ...
routine inquiries
It was probably a Tuesday or Thursday so let's call it Wednesday as a form of compromise. It was either evening or early so now it's afternoon - let's follow through with no surprise. They said their name was Graham or Susannah so let's say Grahannah in the absence of objections. & they definitely went off in 1 of several directions & that's all I recall Your Majesty any further questions ? ...
can i stroke your poetry?
Can I stroke your poetry? Is it tame? Has it had the vaccinations? Is it house-trained & almost tolerant of children or will maim my face all hate & nasty machinations? Can your poetry do any mad tricks? the surrealsome 6, hex twig sticks & back flips, or bury a mouthy pheasant or perchance chase a bone - oh please tell me is your poetry sweet lovely's true epitome & free to a fairly goodish home? ...