What do we think we are doing?

Well...

This is something of an unspecific manifesto, an exclamation of vague joy, a proclamation of fierce yet indirect passion, for those with ears and eyes and souls and hearts and twinkly legs.

All you pretty shindig-attenders, cheekbone-wielders, conniving midnight mannequins, skinny posh curly-kids, haircut attainers ,

-but not just you-

oh no, ach nein, ach du lieber Gott , this also goes out to all you dead-end once-awakes, you awesome wastrels, cautiously optimistic frenzied philosophers, blurred word associates, joyful madmen, fellow seekers of the eternal now-moment which we sometimes glimpse

(do we not?)

between the sips and the slips of the mind as we lie awake on perfect summer nights when everything fits…

and the warm calm sadness of this true complete beauty envelops and swallows your soul/sense/self, a moment that we grip with the bony anxious strength of an old man… yet still it escapes to dance again, shimmering/shimmying away somewhere beyond the veil of the everyday, the nothingness of everything that leads us as it blocks our way.

Dance, sing, play with us, then, wouldya, for these simple reasons:

1) It is Summer.

2) It is not always Summer (i.e. it is sometimes Winter etc)

3) bla bla bla

Thankyou.

Jealous Of The Etc.

Sincere thanks to everyone who came along. Keep in touch.

xxxxx