As a special favour from my friend Keith Collins, I am incredibly excited and privileged to be going to stay and paint for a few days at Prospect Cottage (Derek Jarman's former Dungeness getaway). I have visited Dungeness on quite a few occasions but to be staying there is a different matter, let alone at Prospect Cottage. It means that for a short while, I will be able to see it in all its different lights at various times of day and, I am hoping, different weather conditions.
Cure This Once Beating Heart
Ancient melancholy withers under blankets of disguised despair.
Every sentiment hovers and hopes (for a small time) that its
Counterpart will remember it should not be travelling alone.
Hindsight has allowed a free eye examination;
Memo-graphic vistas have changed their hues, shades, and omnipresent
Creations; now illicit action and suppressed terror ring true.
In replaying through the hours and years of graphic detail and echolalia:
Nuances of once-love, poetry and words of hateful attrition sit perfectly still.
Hindsight has produced an obtuse mirage of linear equations, angular
Divisions; and inconsequential nuisance.
But your image is burnt into my retina; your being burnt into my soul.
And your words are etched on my pen-point memory.
It is a shame we type our thoughts as though they were ten a penny.
So do, please, cure this once beating heart.
As the title suggests, this is an oversimplified explanation of man* and his money, as I see it.
Money Made Easy
Money does not make the man;
the man makes money.
Money can help mend man;
but man troubles over mending money.
Money does not make you happy;
Happiness though, is not rooted in poverty.
Poverty does not mend man;
and man will not mend poverty.
Money does make the man,
because with it he makes more money.
His making more money creates
these uncomfortable gaps to poverty.
So money may not make you happy.
but poverty does not allow free liberty.
Man will still make money, congruent
with his ‘Right’ views on socialists, and ‘their’ poverty.
*Not being sexist: man = human
A very dear friend of mine has recently lost his freedom. The playground in his head is unique. This wonderful man accepts in me something otherwise labelled by many, as merely ‘cynical’ or ‘negative’. He understands a significant paradox; enough to amalgamate my name into a term of endearment (MisanthRosie). His acceptance provides such freedom, so Steinberg (endearment), this one is for you. xxM I S A N T H R O P Y
1 cup panic induced insomnia
1 cup fear induced narcolepsy
2 teaspoons futile hope
1 tablespoon smugregano
3 cups anti-terrorist propaganda
1/2 teaspoon blind-solidarity
1 teaspoon “no i in team” (dried)
ten cups infra-red satellite
Beat insomnia and narcolepsy until creamed. Fold in futile hope and “no i in team” and beat until fluffy. Slowly stir in smugregano until mixture resembles lottery winning 2.4, and quickly add blind-solidarity.
In a separate bowl, mix anti-terrorist propaganda with infra-red satellite and blend until ingredients form masque. Slowly pour masque over other ingredients and leave to set.
iTeam Creme (iCreme)
1/2 cup ‘pickley capers’
4 tablespoons walk-over powder
1.5 cups trivia
2 heaped tablespoons sugar-coated edification
1/2 teaspoon bonding tape
1 tablespoon shallow-waters
Gently beat ‘pickley capers’ with walk-over powder and sift in the trivia. Stir in sugar-coated edification with subtle motion and blend with bonding tape. Leave in shallow waters until vantage point medley formed.
Bake in app-oven for 20 minutes or until lukewarm. Smother tepid medley over the ready-prepared masque, ensuring all angles and sides covered.