No More Heroes

Anymore …

Whatever happened to all of our heroes … ?

All our Shakespearoes?

Buggered if I know.

We required them to be too pure perhaps, we grew up a bit too much perhaps … but then, perhaps, wisdom is not all it’s cracked up to be?

My tribe tell me that it matters who the the next “leader” is, Prime Minister is — this sclerotic absurd farce of an election for a tory leader … Rory’s our sort of toff shit.

I’m sorry. Seriously. Like I should give a shit?

I know I risk sounding like an old fart who doesn’t appre­ciate contem­porary pop music or something, and I don’t much it’s true, but … seriously …

Nye Bevan

These people built our world.

Problematic … well, derr … but they had vision … and they got shit done.

Compromised and very not PC and not terribly pro Europe either for that matter  but practical and focussed and hard-working and brave and unima­ginably strong … heroes basically

… sorry.

An arsehole and shitholes

Trulk

A syncretic little troll-like fetish standing in for a real human being — appar­ently artic­u­lating fears and frustra­tions but actually a tacky bit of posable plastic shit pedalled as a panacea, masquer­ading as myth — all impotent roar and fury signi­fying, doing, nothing … to change anything.
It’s there to prop up and perpetuate the staus quo — a silent but deadly war on the rest of us, robbing us, poisoning our dreams and our world … actually killing us.

Fuck off back to whatever shithole you came from — I don’t mean the US, more the imaginary aryan nation of daddy’s German American Bund — you aren’t welcome here.
After all, I hail from, officially, the mental health shithole of this country — let’s hear it for Stockport and shitholes every­where!

The sad and fright­ening thing is that this crappy Trulk might just as well be the raging Id of our own national psyche too.

Beltane Fire

dinner fire

Just the second BBQ of the year but on a very special evening as Spring turns to Summer. Clearing away a shed load of the detritus from the old year.

Spring lamb Kebabs to die for … a glorious feast culturally appro­priated from the wide fertile crescent and cooked on an American BBQ in a Cornish field … whatever … it was nommy.

fire

With the stars above our heads, in a beautiful clear sky, and the earth beneath our feet, faces burning in the heat of the flames and the wind in our hair … and, very much, life bursting, bustling, snuffling all around us.

We even carefully, hurriedly, anxiously, carried the burning embers inside to rekindle our home fire … and it caught.

Moving on.

 

Down South

this way

Something to do with that dazzling white paint I suppose — seducing the software — the skies are always unbelievably deep and intense behind the lantern at the Trinity House light­house on Lizard Point.

column

It’s just a guess but I’d bet almost anything that this granite finger is called Gull Rock … OMG, looking at the map it has a name name: Bumble Rock. Not sure about that. There are bona fide black-backed gulls just sitting there, owning it. Bumble? Teetering. Hmmm … Maybe. I’ll go with Gull.

n on high

And this week’s high point, half way to the moon, was high above Housel Bay …

cliff

Weird, no? Waving, not falling.

blossom

But in the steep little valleys around the Lizard, Spring has defin­itely vorsprunged.

Stormy Sunday

spangles

So, whatcha do on a blustery Sunday … not looking for a soaking but something a little more soothing …

crown

A gentle wander around Treng­wainton, looking for the elixir of life (slight of hand: go somewhere where you’re the youngest person by two decades at least — works every time) — a beautiful crown of croziers in a forest of tree ferns.

camelia

Camellias at their best … dodging between the squally showers … much more my sort of tea time.

legs

And lovely low, warm light exposing the trees up to lovely no good.

fungus

And fungus offering up plates of … hmmm … rot and decay … nom nom nom.

en-forcers

And enforcers on parade … you will be white! White is best. Whatever.

magnolia

And, of course … this being Penwith … magnolias to die for …

another magnolia

No … pink is good too.

For rhubarb too.

Just getting up to speed again

helford tree

Just an image dump again, really … So busy I’ve no time to think at the moment.

house

Ach … home. Stephen King not withstanding … ho hum … one day.

rinsey ape

The bay guarded by the sentinel ape …

croc

The headland itself defended by a granite crocodile … I’m not sure this is any better than those fields of tiny narciss­istic cairns but it does have the advantage of charm …

engine houses

It’s only when you inter­n­alise, embody those angles that the work-a-day reality even starts to go in … fuck.

cape choughs

Zawn Buzz, Porth Ledden, Cape Cornwall and choughs just before sunset … I ask for no more …

Celebrating Unity in Kassel

Documenta-Oguibe-1

Lovely day in Kassel, at about 4:30 am, workers from a local construction company began dismantling Olu Oguibe’s “contro­versial obelisk made for Documenta 14, titled “Monument to Strangers and Refugees,” (“I was a stranger and you took me in”: Matthew 25:35) with two heavy cranes.

Oguibe-2

By 9:30 am, the obelisk was entirely gone, strapped to a flatbed truck and sent to a construction site on the outskirts of the city (where it now remains).

Oguibe

Hmmm …

Well, I suppose … we couldn’t burn it.

via hyper­allergic and again

Brace brace brace … and fight fight fight.