Author: Solsort

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gardening leave

 

 

late ferns
late ferns

 

 

 

 

 

I take a break, hazelnut coffee hot

wafting, but not obliterating the

strong aroma of chopped ivy that

clings to my hair and clothes, stains green on the

ancient shears, now propped in the porch while I

unravel before the howling women

of Roland Garros. The orange court bright,

garish on my screen, hosts the world’s richest

sports-woman, pretty in pink, on her way

to more kudos and cash as a sound guy

struggles, one two, one two, in the cold

and French mumbles the score. My eyes seek out

the restful green of my rampant garden

my ears strain past the thwack and grunt, for

rustle of bamboo, the patter of rain.

I take a break, but my focus remains

outside. And all of us waiting on sun.

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Parrots and Painters

10/09/2012

This has to be low Monday, the euphoria generated by our Successful Games and Disability Enlightenment, is bouncing off a blank canvass. What on earth are we going to do without 2012? Who and what will fill the gap?

Are we all motivated to go for lives a bit more meaningful? And are we going to remain friends and volunteers?

 

uk deed poll service

millions in will, says

parrot spokesperson.

Poll service under

funded, he says off

the top of his head.

 

Merchant navy training

want perfect painters:

anything to rope you in,

anchor you to the post

of official illustrator

with a watercolour talent

and lots of moral fibre.

 

 

 

 

 

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Feel free

07/09/2012

Free trial copy

with free gift, free

free trial app and

free reply when you

dial this number

that is almost free.

Free to inform you

to fill you with facts

that will free you up

to be that someone

we think you should be.

 

There’s a lot of emphasis on free these days, everywhere you look something is being offered apparently for free. We are on the one hand, encouraged to believe this, after all some trusted places offer ‘buy two get one free’; and at the same time we are made to feel fools if we do trust a scammer…

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Sunday hand-outs

02/09/2012

Are you insured enough?

Are you fully protected

against life, and living

in a modern world?

For a fee Which will

explain the deal on

your wedding, your car,

your travel, your home:

event, pet, your life,

your body, your actions,

your hopes, and how

maybe, just maybe

you might feel safely

all warm and fuzzy.

 

Saturday, and particularly Sunday, is the time to pop all sorts of ads into the stack of news, reviews and gossip that comprise the weekend newspapers. Who, I wonder, has the time to enjoy them? Surely not the sport and culture enthusiasts who must be wading waist deep in 2012 offers.

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Ululating Shongololo

30/08/2012

Shongololo rail tours

Shongololo. Half formed

images creep around

the edges of my brain,

ululating Shongololo

to the rhythm of the track;

in killing heat and wasteland

where the dry air spills into

my open, empty lungs

the millipede of sound

rolls out into the future.

 

I still struggle with organising this site. Sometimes I think I’m on the way to a look, a functionality that suits me. Then I get something wrong and I’m lost.

I like the idea of touring Shongololo by train, how clever of my cookies to spot that.

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Seasonal Brollies

Eclipse 120 garden tables

might just mean putting them in the shade

of vampires, subclipse of the bigger

picture; or positioned under one

twenty Scottish Widow umbrellas

ready to unfurl; to eclpise their

jagged moons over summer sunshine

garden tables; theirs a welcome shadow.

 

Today’s ad is certainly seasonal, umbrellas and sunshine both featuring promenently in my August life! This ad lark could be an endless project, but I hope somehow along the way, to draw some conclusions or make a few interesting observations.

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Croc’s shoes

 

Crocs shoes could well be

some kind of revenge.

Made from the finest

skin, slow-tanned on a

Californian

beach, oiled and toned;

fed on a diet of

wheat grass and berries.

Superfood making

supershoes?

 

I wrote this last week (07/08/2012), but it somehow feels more fun than today’s:

small garden sheds

small gaden image…

I’m not quite sure what triggered the ad, but I do actually find garden sheds fascinating.

I wish I had a not too small one with a work bench and shelves of mysterious treasures.

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Fracking,

Fracking comes,

to a county near you.

Hydraulic peppermint

oil for trapped gasses;

ruptures havoc

with your waterworks;

quakes the guts in a quest

of poisonous devilry

and must be

warned to

frack off.

 

Today Hand Held goes public; it is, like Cookie Crumbs also a work in progress. A leaflet thrust into my hand by a group of ernest protesters has resulted in: ‘Fracking comes’ – the third entry on the page.

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Bran muffin recipe

for a long and happy life

unites world federation

in search of the man

who lives in Drury Lane.

Have you seen him?

yes, we’ve seen him;

here he comes again.

Now that Cookie Crumbs evolves on its own page it will of course appear up-side down to … well probably everyone bar me. As a work-in-progress, and for my sanity, it needs to read chronologically top down, unlike these posts; so it may or may not confuse people when I say that on the Cookie Crumbs page there are now a weeks worth of Crumbs to peruse.

This may prove unworkable, but I do like a challenge

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05/08/2012

Embroidered Bronte Jacket

and tie, and would that be a

novel work to keep me warm?

Or would it be frippery?

Useless against the roaring

onslaught of whuthering winds.

The work of delicate hands

or machine made, computer

generated fiction?

These are the first words of a work-in-progress, which, against all advice, I am persisting in attempting to create online. Daily I am delivered of a selection of topics variously linked to the subjects of my emails. It seems a shame to waste these crumbs, these cookie assesments of my e-life, so the work-in-progress is to present my own creative take on them…Cookie Crumbs