If other people do not understand our behavior—so what? Their request that we must only do what they understand is an attempt to dictate to us. If this is being “asocial” or “irrational” in their eyes, so be it. Mostly they resent our freedom and our courage to be ourselves. We owe nobody an explanation or an accounting, as long as our acts do not hurt or infringe on them. How many lives have been ruined by this need to “explain,” which usually implies that the explanation be “understood,” i.e. approved. Let your deeds be judged, and from your deeds, your real intentions, but know that a free person owes an explanation only to himself—to his reason and his conscience—and to the few who may have a justified claim for explanation.
Book Number three from Uranus
No working title but the plan has been written.
Soon to publish book number 2 in the series -“Trans Uranic Elements; The Dark Side of Uranüs” – following on from the first outing of Fairy Hanny in “Strange Things From Uranüs”.
I have the plan for the third book based on an old Celtic Myth. Fairy Hanny will travel to the Land of Faery in the time before time, before tales were written, to Erin Isle in the time of the Danaans.
More bad jokes and references to old songs.
I can’t wait!
But I have the three Inspector Flaange boks to finish and the ‘Going To California’ trilogy too.
And as for St. Nedds, those Sloths will just have to wait too.
Shite Hawks in Istanbul
Ethereal images in the night sigh
Scream your name as they pass by
My Blue Mosque night time lullaby
Kazak ladies of the sky.
Planets
Starry night in Istanbul.
Somewhere in the sky are two bright lights, planets I am told.
Spectacular. One is Venüs.
The other may as well be Uranüs as they mean feck all to me!
And the Moon is a slippery banana.
Esmerelda in Istanbul
Cover your hair Esmerelda!
You know it makes men unable to control their sexual urges!
The uplifting bra, tight top and arşe hugging skinny jeans are fine though!
Rumi – nating
She walked away, the never that would not be. Disappeared into the amorphous cloud of humanity on Sultanahmet.
Rumi found it hilarious.
Symbolic Bollocks
I flew back to Kazakhstan at Easter, bringing with me an Aloe Vera plant. I grew this one and lots of others from one original I had ten years ago. Fabulous plants for dealing with small cuts and burns.
Anyway this one had three offshoots on it so I decided to plant them. They were meant to symbolise my growing affection for Tasha. One of them was developing realy well.
Then she sent me the ‘dear John’ txt.
All three withered and died.
Mr J. Annual reminder
But now the days are short, I’m in the autumn of my years
And I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
Daisy Daisy
Walking along Renmin nan Lu after dinner in Grandma’s Kitchen.
‘No matter what’ dances out on the pavement with Chinese Grannies and small children.
Daisy Daisy you gave me your answer.
Elvis
Of course the Elfs on Uranus speak Elvis.
Wurlitzer!
Thankyou very much!
Even when they see the Blue Moon of Ken Tucky.
But today I listened to Elvis – ‘You were always on my mind’
and I thought of Tasha…
Fairy Hanny 