sunset from my window

We are always standing at the cross roads it seems to me.
But I raely get tempted by the devil .No offers of beauty and paradise in return for my soul this week.
Instead I was sitting pondering the difficulty of leaving this place in search of paradise elswhere,
when there was a knock on the door. That in its self is a rare happening. I live in a rural area 5 miles from the nearest town. Buses only come here once an hour, not at all after dark and certainly not on a Sunday. Bus use is of course completly unacceptable in rural areas, for any man over the age of 18, or in a job with monthly pay not a weekly wage , unless he is interested in pigeons or wears sandels with socks or recycles his urine.
Unknown to the chattering classes, bus use is for the spiritually initiated, but you cant tell them. SO its not a friend I think, because they would phone, as the long journey out here means , they need to know I will be in for at least the next three hours prefferably four, just in case theres a hitch. Its certainly not one of Those strange people who are willing to spend untold amounts of money to get to work or do their job, or of course buy petrol in order to go and spend money
and are seduced by the visions of the paradise of freedom, yet only use their car for pleasure two weeks a year when they spend hours in a car stuck in trafic jams in order to go and sit in the rain on a beach.Its not them because they would phone, because everyone knows that out here are wolves, and its possible to get lost and you could get stuck in one of the roads, so I might need to go and stand at the end of the road, because without street lights its so difficult to find your way in the dark in a car.
Maybe its a neighbour I though, dispite being rural I am surrounded by houses ,but we keep ourselves to our selves, there have been instances.Need I say more.
Theres another knock,better answer it I thought. Twas just my landlords property maintenence
man to tell me I don't need new taps deispite not being able to turn these ones off.
Oh alladin just come and rub your lamp ,Take me to the crossroads.

another paradise

Visions of speeding through the country side in search of paradise have been sabotaged by the complexity of modern travel and the pension.

Having negotiated the labarinthian way to the ticket office.

I discovered that I should have bought a ticket yesterday or last week, without three clear days notice the fare is to much

No matter I thought , I will go without the charm of coach and take the train.

As I am unable to afford my entire income for one and a half weeks for my ticket I will need to give 20 days notice in order to get a fare I can afford.

So that trip to paradise is shelved for the moment Goole will have to wait

Why

Why am I the widow twanky of contemporary art?

1. look to the history of pantomime.
2.when did W.T appear and in what pantomime
3. what is the philisophical base for contemporary art .
4.what is the philisophical base for our contempory society.

There you are, all makes sense.

Today is monday the first day in my search for

PARADISE.

I started by taking a bus to my local town.

If paradise exsists

its more likly to be found by bus

I entered the town through its magnificant entrance.

First let me tell you that my town, is a town of artists,

a green ecological town,

a town that is to experience a renaisance,

this has been decided by a committee of our peers,

art is to be the way.

Let us return to the entrance

a place for pilgrims

for those that arrive on foot from buses and coaches,

People dying to be fed by art

whilst they are there of course they will

buy food .

drink at inns

commission works of art

First the entrance.

Do you have a picture of this hallowed space this entrance to the wonders

forget it mate,

its a dark seedy concrete alley leading to toilets

and broken lifts

if you should avoid the broken needles

if there is no one lurking in the dark

if the lifts work or you can bring yourself to take the stairs

do you emerge into a bright welcoming safe space

do you heck.

now you enter a blank space

large marble slabs form walls empty of any feature

There are no signs of what may be round the corner

But I am Looking for paradise

I must continue

through the laberinth

along with the others

the young the old the poor and women

I need to buy a ticket

for another bus

to another paradise.