Nov. 22nd, 2015

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Oh and talking of Agent Carter here is a trailer for the next season.

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Well a dry bright day for a change and may it continue. Still in Seaford at the moment as was going to go back on the Friday. I am awaiting funds to reach at least a tenner for a journey back to Kent. I have sold a book on Ebay and a single on Disocgs which will just cover it. But i have had to move a job forward and have one in Canterbury that also needs forwarding.

Meanwhile, it has been great catching up on all those episodes of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and watching Doctor Who last night. Really sad to see the demise of Clara Oswald in the episode but Lady Me is back, and i reckon we shall see ,ore of her in forthcoming episodes. Maisy Williams will be a fine addition to the Whoniverse. I may even start watching Game Of Thrones.
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From my bro, Riley has spotted something but not interesting enough to actually move from the comfort zone.
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Not done one fr a few days so here is another selection of fine music.

Bob James - Westchester Lady



The Crusaders - Feeling Funky



Richard Groove Holmes - Song For My Father



Charles Earland - Intergalactic Love Song



Enjoy the jazzy grooves folks
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I have chosen two poems of the week , one by Wordsworth and one by Alice Motley.

It is not to be Thought of
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

It is not to be thought of that the Flood
Of British freedom, which, to the open sea
Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity
Hath flowed, "with pomp of waters, unwithstood,"
Roused though it be full often to a mood
Which spurns the check of salutary bands,
That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands
Should perish; and to evil and to good
Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung
Armoury of the invincible Knights of old:
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.—In every thing we are sprung
Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.


The Elements
BY ALICE NOTLEY


You must do battle with Eros I am
more worried about space, pressed for details
collapsed in chaos with my sword holding up the sky the
girl said. They cared not for love lying ever that they loved
But I your leader wounded in gender and bleeding
for Eros fought it away from my true beginning as now.

Always climbing that hill in several ways.
One goes past the Baptist Church and through the ugly
trees, houses I only visualize in dreams
you have no right to pursue me to my origins man
as bipolar as the one candidate, forgettable
as the other. We once lived in a postwar barracks blue
heated by a black stove of assumptions
Eros a youth admits no equal; Aphrodite the slut;
Chaos is whom I admire that keeps forgetting
love in favor of this terrible mixity I am
for example ... these poems. Out of the pre-beginning

a different beauty. They want you to confess
something like in church, that a man will
save you. But I am your leader savior and poet
I am your general out of the desert thee
most ardent void precursor of love
Eros approaches again not the man but quality
sculpted genitals arush with the words
of unreason: I will never die. Which I is I
if I can remain chaotic I’ll tell you who you are

that you’ve never anticipated, but know
the only one. Without a thing. To be is not
to have; nor to belong; nor to have been born.
You are not the child of earth. Beauty still thy name.

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