nutty mess Ros Lair
Wexford County
Ireland, The Republic of

this is the easiest mode of expression a holiday one can ill afford a time wasting affair a counter productive ambition motivator thrown self out of the system of understanding for the deeply entrenched always coming up against the harsh layers on the borders except here in this island the wanderer is easily treated and welcomed into every town don't try your luck in the cities unless you are game to put your livilihood onto the street and make a profit from friends and foe alike Cork is pretty expensive as all hell learnt a lesson in capitalist assertive behavior the consumer is operating in an international market over here in old Europe town and don't ever forget there are a dozen more places to take your business to and I will always have the time to go searching so don't settle for anything above the lowest you have paid to date and have them match it of course travelling those who are in the positions of control on the flow ways the roads the fuel the vehicles right down to the bicycle the waters the ferries the trains the buses planes motorcycles parking motorways laybyes tolls taxes if you can't walk or swim to it then one is in trouble no matter how else one is getting a round stake a claim forget the troubleshooting dillemmas next stop in a manner of speaking of permenance in which resources are readily available monetry reserves are going only ever into food next time I will make good on the dream of building a boat load it up with a bicycle a lightweight amphibuous craft propelled by legs and wind building up steam here we go slowly as the weather takes us it will provide both shelter and shade a beautiful young thing just stands in field of vision sandy blonde hair faded yellow t-shirt white sneakers jeans cut off above the knee black canvas slingover bag a captain's announcement of the safety awareness program followed by the pre recorded message whatever and ever turn up the sonic device drown out the outside world in the unlikely event of disaster cast me to the sea and let me be the unlikely drowned unknown with all the crap I carry around there is no doubt i'll surely drown how could one float this is the end of Ireland this boat to Pembroke completing a figure three schedule from Larne to Belfast following the old coast road to Galway no one told me I'd be entering the styx and so down I came bucket and all a great fall under gravel grave circumstances to follow from Galway through the middle Westmeadow County or some such where O'Dallaigh still live and toil later to pass through Smeen on the South coast in which a memorial honouring a Craig O'Dallaigh I stumbled upon in pausing for the best chips in Ireland alongside a lemon tart the best I've had in Ireland but not self professed the chips were worth writing home about from falling into the philosophy crowd in Dublin and aligning with Bloomsday of all the treats stumbling through a novel a waking dream began and woke into itself unready to be touched and fumbled ushering away offers with polite gestures and serene eyes natural beauty turn from terrifying to sublime to mundane from Dublin I ventured into the big hotspots of tourism Wicklow walks and monastic servitude the trick is to be earlier than the rest and then get the hell out of there the hordes are a sign that the major arteries are clear and at the sign of the first coach hit the regional roads take a punt forget the map keep place names in the head general directions are quicker than anything one bothers to follow no great Roman roads here roundabout passing phases get from one village to another right through the centre the British built roads and only now are the Irish beginning to think it a worthwhile task to maintain them signs abound with the financial support of the European Union to the reconstruction process most of the work is thereabouts started and completed for the continental visitors who want to ride and drive most likely destroy themselves in the process if driving on the left was not enough to throw the consciousness out of sink then the vast difference in road quality would from Wicklow to Sliev Bloom Mountains where I managed to keep a distance in a pine forest fit to be lost in to wake in to cry over how once all these islands were filled with a magic an ingenuity in disguise a warmth of its own destroyed obliterated over run over populated raped to every square inch and then burst out over the seems into foreign lands empire chequered with car parks let me tell you what once happened here for three euros minimum the sky is the limit onward to Portumna Forest Park whence I discovered the meaning behind the Park in the title this was fronted with bicycle paths and accessible paths round lough derg on the river shannon snuck in for free but upon stopping at the next so named Forest Park there was a fee which in retrospect may have been placed on the previous such is the scheme this nation is running it has nothing else and so I made one slapdash effort to pay for everything I had seen in one big fell swoop and even then up until the very last moment I could have walked away skipping free but what else is money for but to redistribute and to go bunk on ones own self confessed goodwill would cheat oneself and so after a few visual phantasms in Kerry – 'the beautiful Ireland' – out to the rock in the Atlantic Skellig Michael to pay respects and leave a package for welcome travelling folk such as myself one could not avoid the crowds we went in a fleet each of thirteen gritting a smile through our white privilege and making the most of the moment pain dwells from the monetary term applied to my elated feeling for a duration of time an elongated orgasm that will never recur blown and spent in an afternoon from here the meander continued along the coast having hitting bottom eastward I headed along the south twisting and turning mountainside coastal roads of dangerous disintegrated grades after a couple of days for the sake of my sanity I made a sojourn inland to a well tarred road into Cork to give both my mental consternation and K75RT's transmission and suspension something more tenable thus is how I is where I am on the Irish Sea  ¶ 9:04 am 0 Comments

  an email Limerick
Ireland, the Republic of

I'm in Limerick, Ireland, The Republic of. I am basically uncontactable. I check emails and try and put something coherent on a blog - link at the bottom - whenever i get into a city and find free internet floating about. Which is pretty rare considering i'm spending most of my time zenning out in the country or the remains of a forrest. the people here have done a really top notch job at cutting down trees.

it is lovely to hear you thinking of me. i'm sure you look just as hot if not hotter with straight hair as you did with your curly variety. thoughts of you and my greater sydney crew are with me often and i put pen to paper. you will be in a novel no doubt.

congrats on finishing your labour of love. i hope you earn squillions as a professional whore to this great beast we have labouring on the byways and arterials of what we may call civil society, so that you may support this artist in his decrepitude.

i will continue my nonchalant disappearance into the world so long as it maintains my spirit. but don't think that my love does not extend in silence - i do not give up so easily - I am merely throwing myself into my anxieties and coming through the other side. whenever wherever i unearth myself and begin to build a life in society again than i may gather the resources to communicate abroad.

spread love as my word
all are welcome
wherever I is you can be.  ¶ 8:09 pm 0 Comments

  in search of Dublin
Ireland, The Republic of

what of it coming onto land pouring and soaking might ass well have swum sugar headache out of crumbs laughter and abuse get up and see an end to this fast spoilt with eggs fresh juice and tea spending the pounds weighing me down before i get into euro town bombed out and rebuilt all the edifice of the fifties and sixties old coast road is the one to travel on ride right back out into the ocean where these dream once came from can see the appeal in empirical money and the comfort it brings babied around on roads of asphalt well maintained there ought to be a sign there somewhere out of Derry that one has left the grand old kingdom of the yUK and is entering the styx of Eire for what Irish want to leave so close to the English the one's with no other choice a chosen connection to the land or to fighting who to a tolerance of do not care long story short stop a little gravel a lot of sliding and i still hurt right up the left side onwards and upwards pull oneself together get the weather right flitter through streams of rain come prepared for flood and celebrate every ray of sunshine it comes as quickly as it goes rode into Dublin today full sun face blaring npow clouding over and raining i did not stay ahead of the clouds for very long at all for five days i have been chasing it south i wonder how long it will take to blow over or if in this part of the world every morning starts out the same and ends in tears Larne Derry Drumcliff in which Yeats he wrote and spoke poetry but for morning coffee fairtrade equal exchange a cycle south to Tubbercurry many a brave Irish goes surfing and swimming on a beach a scattering of sand beautiful to watch from a distance a not quite understanding look and colourful tomato sandwiches rye bread salt found a park in Galway to end the night suitably a countryside tour between here and there visiting the land of forefathers daley scattered throughout holding to the central inland  ¶ 11:14 pm 0 Comments

  forgot a fold Edinburgh
Scotland, UK

a moment's rest and a little mechanical restoration so far away from mechanical engineering look at the labouring mess one can get into when affixed to a rock still equipped stocked a moving path has me acquiring a moving stillness internal calm sending an already present tendency toward aloofness rocketing into the sky as though i am sifting through detritus of a civilisation moving so quickly it cannot perceive the gaping cracks and slips over the ground upon which it moves great grips on the earth for acceleration and then cracking at the fluid air atmosphere i keep a watchful eye at the sky so as not to be caught underfoot here in an about turn an abstract half way point i stitch up jeans and acquire a shirt breakfast a windscreen in any hope to further advance the protection from the erosion i am yet to bear there is still an essence of dialogue seeking robes of protection a layer between it and the world something physical to be worn out and down before prying winds may catch a hold of words and tear them asunder or worse spread them the world over surprise me with the similarities between the stories told by birds and those by stones if it is of any comfort to you then yes a concept of you a manifestation of intentions focused as a body still pervades conscious thought

hello

leaving a bread crumb trail for the future construction of self to delve back over and discover from whence it came because a birth can be so traumatic that any sense of prior context to arrival is obliterated from memory i never had a good one at that anyway so let the shit pile up in the corner i'll sift through it later and even if i don't its physical presence its assault on my senses its wreaking smell will be an effect on present conditions of action faux decision making

a short stopover
alright catch you later
where the sun never sets  ¶ 10:01 pm 0 Comments

  no skin to sink in Stromness
Isle of Orkney, UK

run a diagnostic test on my heart a carbon test on my jaw slither through veins and arteries tell me what for red van weaves through homes of people and people of homes walk up the street and down again library open to seven everyday scotland wide access if you have gotten this far than more than many front doors open onto main roads everything harks to the weather as few steps from carriage to inside as possible nothing but the wet and wind to contend with what for is the outdoors but something other a passageway no luck with the bakery scout caught up on redirecting packages how can something so simple piss through the loophole no one knows what an address looks like round here the s fits in cause google verifies it two back packs flicker up street three youths of the local variety a gothic architecture suits the climate what dissolution comes over their play time occupy yourself or perish growth in one's own pasture the plantation must be indoors and on the quiet what with bringing anything over the ferry et al the prices jump one is either self sufficient or contributing in a meaningful sense to the surrounding community or filthy rich here is built on necessity in reaping the sea and maintaining distance military strategy sinking u-boats and trapping mammals of the sea not so popular now but once a great trade cash in on the tourist dollar can only go so far and reach up the cockles of the locals until economic bubble burst and a peaceful happiness of seclusion and making do returns to life on the isles

sub atomic bliss  ¶ 1:20 am 0 Comments