The_Serious_Elf's Xanga

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 15:47:30 GMT

Razza frackin....

I'm getting reasonably close to the whole nomadic thing.

It's starting to come together.

And then a very fine oportunity begins to become apparant down here.

One that's not really financially viable in concert with the nomadic bit.

And unlikely to wait until I finish wandering.

Choices.... choices.... choices....

More on this later.

Be well.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 14:29:30 GMT

Well, August was indeed interesting.

Beautiful Days rocked.

Hawkwind played for their fortieth birthday which was good but Dreadzone played just before them a I've got to say....

Dreadzone for the win!

But then I'm biased

There were a bunch of other really good bands including the king blues, the dub pistols, the subhumans, cara dillon, the imagined village and the peatbog faeries.

Oh and the levellers were fairly good

I also bought shiney dangly things.

Canada was great. Though customs were hesitant to let me in. From somewhere they got the crazy idea that I'd just hit the trees and not come back.

And to be fair the thought had crossed my mind.

It was very good to see Thiyavat again. Despite the years since last we met, and the many and varied changes in both our lives, we got on well. There was the occasional mind melty conversation.

But in a good way

I got to go to Chimera (An event Thiyavat runs and Dj's at), which was interesting, and meet several...

*pause to deal with senseless bullshit generated by idiot utility company*

....of her friends. Which was also interesting and enjoyable.

We took a few trips. One to a place called Drum Heller. Wherein I discovered, to my complete lack of surprise, that desert is not my natural environment. And one to the Athabasca Glacier in the Rockies north of Calgary.

That, in more ways than one, was very cool. I got to spend a while meditating on the glacier itself though I had to ignore the tourists to do so. And the urge to wander up onto the ice field proper. The altitude was interesting as was the feel of the ice.

It was also quite interesting to listen to the world around there. A quite different shade of song from the one I'm more familiar with. And happily not as dry as much of the rest of Calgary. I was also pleased to note the presence of the local ground squirrels, nutcrackers and ravens.

No clouds was one of the harder things to deal with.

Jet lag and spatial displacement were interesting to deal with. Watching myself adjust and reconnect resulting in occasionally not noticing questions as I stared into space. Watching the integration, connection and communication.

All in all it was a very interesting and enjoyable trip. Not really long enough for too deep a communion with the land or it's denizens but long enough for a taste.

Still, I suspect I'll be back

I got back to Devon mid september and I'm leaving again in a little over a week. For most of October.

Seems I'm just not ready to settle down yet *shrugs*

Speaking of which, I've booked an intensive driving course for late October so there's half a chance I'll be in a van and on the road by the end of the year.

Always present a moving target

be well all.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 12:39:36 GMT

Well, I've got about four minutes left on this computer so you get a short post today.

I'm still living on a small farm in north devon.

Though for how long is anyone's guess.

I'm still leaning towards a period of nomadism (is that a word?)

August is going to be interesting.

First week will be working on a friends land in the hills north of manchester.

Second week will be visiting a friend in blackpool.

Third will be visiting Lancaster.

Then it's beautiful days for the weekend.

Then it's straight from there to Canada.

Back on the 5th of september.

Should be an interesting month

Be well all.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 14:52:38 GMT

Still alive.

Still wandering around the place.

More info to follow.

Be well all.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Wed, 13 May 2009 14:20:50 GMT

And now I have another drum.

This one even bigger than the last one

This one is a Djembe. Without really putting any effort in I can make things shake and fall apart/off of stuff.

For someone who's habitually silent and somewhat evasive this is something of a change.

Not the only change evident in my interactions with the world around me either.

A number of people have attempted to force me to "let my creative self out" or some such bullshit down through the years.

And here please bear in mind that I am not suggesting that all release of creativity from within oneself is bullshit. Merely that the poeple to which I am refering were far more interested in my displaying what they regarded as appropriate or healthy behaviour than they were in whether or not said behaviour was in fact healthy or appropriate.

It seems that the time is coming (or in fact already here) when my balance on that front has shifted. I am acting more openly in the world and, while that has a tendency to make me nervous, it seems to be a trend that's growing.

Which is interesting.

Be well.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 09:51:21 GMT

I have a new drum.

Though that perhaps gives the impression that I have a collection to add a new one too.

Which I don't.

For the most part I am happy unseen and unheard.

However that most part seems to be, for the most part, behind me.

I've got a chinese flute as well. And there's a melodian being repaired for me.

I'm talking more to more people.

Dancing.

Showing myself.

And being followed.

It's all rather interesting....

I used to wonder where various things would lead me.

Increasingly I'm wondering where I'll lead them.

Not something I expected to happen but there's the folly of expectations for you.

Be well all, if well you would be.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 23:20:30 GMT

I've been writing more lately.

Poetry amongst other things.

A Fair Folk Secret

Beware who would a fair folk secret seek
For close and guarded we our mysteries keep
And know you this, who would here prey,
We may do more than lead astray.

Now if friend you are, then friend we'll be.
If neighbour-like... then neighbourly.
But univited take our gold...
And dross is all you'll find you hold.

For you, my friend, are Sunday's child,
While we are children born to wyld.
Thus our gold is of dreaming born
And never meant to see the morn.

For the player that played is then mortal struck.
Now giggling fool. Not mischevious Puck.
Unpicked by sun is our moonlit thread.
All masks removed, all costumes shed.

But patience my friend, night waits at the door,
Where dross will be gold, lies will be lore,
And a gateway of dreams will let into our land
Those who our stories, in part, understand.

There we our tales, shall tell once again.
And there shall we dance in the bright shining rain.
For we'll always have music, and games we can play,
Where we sing to the night and have our own day.

Though here's a warning, for those who pay heed,
Listen not for too long else a rescue you'll need.
So come bearing truth. Come to deceive.
What each one may give, may each likewise receive.

Comments/criticism welcome.

*Edit* What's with this posting to Facebook non-sense? If I wanted to be on facebook then I would be. I don't. I haven't ticked the box that says "publish this to my facebook profile" so why does it still try and not only force me to post this to facebook but also to sign up to facebook so it can follow through on it's manic desire to mainstream my life.

FUCK OFF WITH YOUR FUCKING PREDICTIVE EFFICIENCY BULLSHIT!

Hard as it may seem to accept, some of us actually know what we want at least some of the time and are actually capable of sorting it out ourselves.

And SHOCK HORROR! Sometimes it's not to join everyone else in the biggest herd we can find.

I've been with xanga since 2002 and I'm quite happy with this thank you so very fucking much.

Sometimes what I ask for is EXACTLY what I want.

No more, no less.

And some people wonder why I'm getting the fuck out of cities.

Now I understand that such options are useful and time saving for some people (quite likely the majority of people in some cases) but, much like predictive text, they often have a homogenising effect which I find actively and uncomfortably restrictive.

And I get doubly aggravated by such things when I have these things sprung on me with a faux cheery "Look how we're improving your life! See how much we love you! You specifically though we have no idea who you are! No really we care about you. Whoever you are. Unless you don't have a bank account..." attitude.

And even more so when I am either offered no chance to opt out of this cheerful cereal box toy style fascism or, as in this case, one that simply doesn't work.

Of course this has nothing to do with the amount of Port that I've drunk tonight or the fact that I'm purging frustration from my psyche.

Be well my friends, if well you would be.

Anatye, seere i taure.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Sun, 05 Apr 2009 03:50:28 GMT

Greetings.

There's always a cost.

I now live somewhere very beautiful, quiet and open.

Anything resembling a shop is miles away and the plumbing in my caravan is currently on the fountain side of interesting.

It's worth it though.

My mother's death opened many doors for me.

Not least by depositing a large amount of money in my bank account. Which still makes me a little nervous.

The doors that are somewhat more dificult to deal with are the doors that have opened within me.

Another coming of age.

Another shedding of old skin.

Recently I've been working quite a lot.

Though not in any ways that the government would recognise.

There's a quote by Nietzsch that suggests that all will is the will to power. Now my memories are sketchy and post giving my copy away again I have yet to acquire another one to brush up with. But I suspect that I disagree.

I don't think all will is the will to power.

I suspect all will is power.

It's been interesting watching myself bloom.

A cold fire phoenix. Rising in the rain.

Lightning snake and storm crow.

And lo and behold there's starting to be a little more yang mixed in with my yin.

Perhaps enough that you'll get a slightly more coherent post at some point soon.

Mi i aldar tye cenuvanya.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Wed, 11 Feb 2009 05:42:13 GMT

Greetings once more.

Tomorrow (or later today if you don't work with my "it's not tomorrow until I've slept or accepted that I'm not going to" system) I leave Lancaster for Devon.

Not exactly for good.

I've already arranged (well at least figured the dates of) my next visit back in about a months time.

But from tomorrow I'll be a resident of somewhere that yesterday was three hundred and fifty odd miles from where I lived.

This is going to be interesting

Leaving Lancaster certainly has been.

My prefered method of leaving is to have someone turn to someone else three weeks later and say "You know, I haven't seen Elf for a while."

Which has caused a little stryfe.

But then I've had practice at letting things go.

Now it appears I may need to practice being let go of.

Which isn't a bridge I particularly thought I'd be worrying about crossing.

Still.

I suspect it's time to attempt some sleep before I start the oddyssey (how do you spell that word???)

Though I'll leave tomorrow I won't arrive in Devon for around a week.

I'm something of a fan of the scenic route

Be well. If well you would be.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Wed, 04 Feb 2009 04:15:29 GMT

Greetings.

My absence of late has been generated by moving around 350 miles south.

A move which is not yet competed.

Once it is though, I'll be living in a static caravan, on a farm, on the north Devon coast.

Away from cities

What comes next is anyone's guess.

But I've met some interesting people down there.

I'll try to stay in touch.

Be well. If well you would be.