The question is do I care. I think the answer is no. If could do a Doolittle and talk to the sums, they'd talk back, say things like He has to be one of those retarded boomers and go on to say incomprehensible things like Have you checked the compatibility of your browser and the platform you're downloading to. The answer to that question is I don't know how to. Always tempting to open a window and start throwing things out of it. The sooner I achieve nothingness the more at home I'll be
Creative Is.
The Bean with the beautiful name
Yes always sounds about right, unless the question is "Have you found your ending yet?" My favorite answer to that question is "It's not a craft, I don't do product, it doesn't need an ending." Creative Is my friends. Think of it as a journey into the future, a communion of wish, beyond consumption, fundamentally useless and yet it's work, and like pornography you know an end when you see one
The Welsh Bards
Milkweeds
Maybe Taliesin needs an explanation? We're talking the years of our lord 500 to 600 after the birth that gave us a renaming of the Winter Solstice. At that time the Roman Legions had runaway and The Welsh, The Compatriots or The Cymry, comprised the remnants of the Old Britons who had occupied the islands of Britannia in the years prior to the Roman Arrival in 55 BC, a tumult which would have had included Boadicea, or, if you still have a grudge against Rome, Boudica. The Welsh included Romanized Britons, some of whom could have read Latin, there were Christians as well as a reemergence of Celtic Gods, including a rather glamorous Irish Sun Goddess who had a knack for avoiding the attentions of powerful men. Along the East of the Islands, Saxons, Angles, Picts, Jutes and other savages were arriving in increasing numbers. The Welsh themselves were a long way from maintaining a Welsh Peace in Britannia. No. Instead they were setting the tone for the post-roman British Isles, they were a bunch of relatively civilized quarreling Kings and Princes. And yes, they had slaves, they had Saints, wise-men and a bardic tradition which went back two thousand years, and might have witnessed the long drawn out building of a structure called Stonehenge, off the A 303 in Wiltshire. Bards of the old tradition composed the poems, their role was to memorize and when called upon to recite the poems that came before them. They were the performers who carried history, praised kings, composed eulogies, gave powerful men and women something to live up to by giving them an existence in words after their death. Then around the year 900 or so parchment became more available, by 1300 paper had arrived in parts of Britain. And lo, the oral tradition was fading, any Tom, Dick or Harry could read a poem. Taliesin was one of the the first Old School Bards to be written about by monks. He was a rock star who did stuff like hang out with King Arthur and accompany a Giant called Brân the Blessed, which translates as Blessed Crow. Blessed Crow was a genuine Welsh king in the Pendragon tradition. And like many super heroes Taliesin was found by accident, raised by the son of a powerful Lord. He wasn't found in the bulrushes although some propagandists have suggested he was found in coracle, he was in fact found under an Elm Tree, so there! In another story, as a child, Taliesin ran away from fairyland where his job as a child slave was to stir the Cauldron of Inspiration.
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