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Mork (or avoid Spanish York Ham, it’s a trap!)

 

Mork (or avoid Spanish York Ham, it’s a trap!)

 

The jury’s out on Schumann. Was his left foot his dominant side? I saw him kick a left foot torp 70 metres. Now accuracy is another thing. On his right, he was a better kick for goal. A dream perhaps or am I just projecting? Either way, not my favourite composer. I mean Moondance is a good album. Van Morrison at his best, but Brown Eyed Girl gives me the shits. Either that or red wine. Too light, yet florid. When I think light, I’m thinking Debussy or Takemitsu. When we were younger, in our 20s, we’d talk about how over-the-top sports commentators were, as “sperming.” A bit like 80s Cock Rock that’s still so popular in Eastern Europe. “I’m mean I think you’re getting too silly,” said the echo of an old workmate. But I would say that one can’t get silly enough with fucking Schumann in the background. Pomposity. Too much ham. Or “late night ham” as Holly & I concurred. It’s been a while. Miss ya. We had a good day listening to the Gunners & Iron Maiden back in 2005-6. Back when life could be funny. Before the zeitgeist, a word I see as a bad omen, like shooting with a crossbow, an albatross. Anyway, before the stink was turned up. Smart phones & all that shit & people became assertive, serious & frankly the streets became dull as dishwater, a simile I feel qualified to use having worked for 10 years in my earlier days for hours & minutes. Wet ones. Anyway, humour, was ist? Are accents really so bad when it’s time for shits & giggles? Or must one be moralistic like the middle class with their lipservice & handsitting. He was a handsitting guy was Schumann, till he ended his days in the nut house. Poor prick. Some might say karma for his godawful music. It’s still going & I’m yet to hear piano. Anyway, as they used to say “just lie back & think of England.” A ‘problematic’ joke. Why use one syllable when you can use four? Personally, as Mikey would attest to, the bad omen was cast with the utterance of the foul & foreign language word zeitgeist. As Orwell jesus I can’t think of the word. That fuckin zeitgeist. Ponderous. Anyway, coz I’ve got the yips thanks to the Z word. That’s almost safe! Like golfers don’t use the word Shank, in case it gives them a case, so they say, so they say, the S word. Anyway, HELP! Orwell. Still no closer. I’m circling in a loop low on fuel. George O said no to using foreign language words when an English word will do, else the language become decadent & in short go to pot. Cheers.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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