sunbathing stoned on the balcony avec joan of arc in lossless quality

i was just having a beer and feeling nice and relaxed on the balcony. sunbathing behind a wind blocker. feeling chilled out and at one with the world, listening to leonard cohen.

grill on the hill was a thrill when even the slider nearly blew away

we went to a resaurant on top of a hill and nearly blew away. i could feel my sliders blowing off my feet as i trudged up and down the sand dune. i think the food was alright though.

#gastronomy

santa lucia, bocadillo con queso, cortardo y cerveza it’s great to be back

pretty self explanatory. a cheap and good cafe. half way up or down a hill. roll and cheese and a milky coffee on the way up. ice cream and a shandy on the way down.

oil slick sneaker sandstorm set back, sliders for the subsequence

we walked to the next town across for lunch one day. went to a pretty average/crap cafe. it was a longish walk back. an hour or so. i needed to pee so snuck behind a screen at an abandoned construction site. accidentally stood on a plastic jug of dark oil. who knows what it was but it got all over me. ruined my brand new shoes. the only pair i brought with me! traumatic.

and when we got back home, it turned out the restaurant we went to was a chain. and there was another one right next to our apartment. the only half decent restaurant in town as well.

braking and hard-pedalling and fighting the headwind / (for one bequeathes the other, and the scary shunts from across the shoulders)

haha my pal did an effort cyclng up the hill, i think he was going for a 20 minute test, i was just holding his wheel. we didn’t get that far before he bailed on the effort – the wind was insane and controlling the bike was hard enough, never mind a fitness test. going back down the hill, i was pedalling while braking to try and keep the wheels pointing forwards.

by a king of the morons tailwind and a tornado of dust

i arrived on the desert island for the much needed cycling holiday but was disappointed to be greeted by absurd gusts and breezes that made cycling feel bizarre. through treacle in one direction, like a missile in another, and a sort of bucking bronco phenomenon otherwise. we made the most of it.

covid mask memories per explosive phlegmy cough leotard geriatric / i am triggered resolutely

on the plane, an elderly in absurd esoteric dress, insisted on trying to make everyone else on the flight quite ill. this brought to mind the old mask mandates of the pandemic. and all the unprocessed feelings – we were for a while a global village, in community, in isolation together.

suffering rotating chair formalism of a gently absurd nature / as impenetrable references abound the conference room (apologies: all mine) / …so i fly out of town

i was feeling frustrated by bureaucracy. check-box office politics. i made a mild protest against the meaninglessness of it all. and was soundly ignored. fortunately, i had a holiday booked.

are we a puzzle, a riddle to be solved, or are we pupils / flawed and inconsistent and driven by unchosen passions, / forced to plump for either irony or idiocy since the dawn of the h bomb?

back to the theme of insecurity. uncertainty. agency. what is it to be one of eight billion? what does it mean to live at the whim of vladimir putin’s nuclear arsenal? what is the best way to live in a universe we do not and can not understand? i feel in the circumstances, the only way forward it with a hint of irony. if you don’t accede to universal doubt, my theorem is that maybe you don’t understand just how much you don’t understand.

#puzzle #insecurity #agency #nuclearwar

another shoe that never drops, no leg too short to scorch the earth

i had never heard the phrase ‘waiting for the other shoe to drop’ before. had to google it. reminded me of a competition i heard about on radio 4 many years ago for pointless aphorisms. the two i recall are ‘no leg’s too short to reach the ground’ and ‘you don’t need niagra falls to wet a stamp’. it’s weird what sticks with you.

#poetry #writing #autisticart #aphorisms

a stressful jealous night by my [] smartphone

stressful jealous night by my [] smartphone

i was having a torrid night waiting for the phone to ring. all those teenage feelings. the hormonal rollercoaster. the catastrophizing. the insecurity. then the phone rang. and the world reassembled itself.

#insecurity #spokenword #poetry #acceptance