Wednesday was the biggest day of action for decades but the government didn't care. They appear to be only interested in ruining the country. But enough of the public school educated elite who are not interested in the people they are supposed to represent, I found an old poem the other day, one I had forgotten about. I rearranged the layout and changed the odd word.
DECOUPAGE FOR THE MIND
He can think photographs
scry alternate worlds
He holds the light sensitive paper to his forehead
his thoughts embellish it with another life
He keeps only the good ones
told me he burns the horrors
Keeps the snapshots in scrapbooks
they cover the walls of his flat
Only works when he has to
needs to pay for the paper
The experts told him
he only made collages
Identified three separate films
merged on the one page
Declared he was a wizard
with scissors and a colour copier
He stopped showing people after that
just sat in his chair and thought
Interesting idea, isn't it? I am sure I read about a man who could do this when I was a child. The word scrying refers to a technique you may know as distant viewing- the ability to visualise a distant place accurately. Sort of astral travelling, something else I have always wanted to do.
I've been listening to Pollyanna's new album a lot this week. You can hear it [and buy it] here.
Until next time.
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