Delve 1

Schemata hubris jungle waste shell shocked climbing up and over beyond the realism of your ideology its fine for you to say that but you don’t have kids some bum saying better the devil you know what an attitude blue butterfly or was it a leaf yes I am fine thanks vans pouring into the city a forty year old mystery the hard spike of statistical reality so many died for Marx let’s take a look at Julian Bream for instance an exemplar plucker no doubt about try not to get too close to the borders think hard about the reactions you wish to provoke Rilke loves to bang on about Orpheus they all return to mythologies strolling through the books you catch scent of an old acquaintance following it around through crime and sci-fi into detective thriller but all that remains is a red scarf on a low bench keep moving switch to a coffee grinder your brew will be much fresher in the morning I find it harder to wake up these days without fresh coffee take the A12 all the way to Colchester or Camaludium there twenty years ago Psychic TV were on stage the lead singer is quite a performer in his eyes well  also I am  reminded of my childhood fascination with jelly fish now it’s turned into latent fear after I brushed my leg against an underwater shoal of pickled cauliflowers mildly stung Jean Painleve the road roads the north circular the m25 back to a circle someone mentioned eternal return it’s time to begin the final chapter the house was empty this morning it felt strange and eerie he jumped and the least liked member of team is absent statistical analysis cobble stones a way through the trees a clearly marked path across the fells rooks ravens savages not buzzards majestic soaring on the updrafts making that screech that is so recognisable at once.