Friday 11 April 2008

Cuisine without e

Should you not know - Walnuts (and walnut oil) will turn pink in many preparations. Please check for walnut toxicity potentials though.

Friday 4 April 2008

It isn't a palindrome


Well it is in the sense of "reading" I do. Sure, if there isn't a technical word for a word or picture that holds the same "meaning/s" either way you read it then I'd be suprised. Let's say it's something of synonym and metonym, metronome and metaphor, simile and allegory. Metromomic, it's a moving thing counting time and in this case of physical effects of the erotic. It was much more a humourous remark, a revealing of myself than subterfuge. It's palindromic to me.

Wednesday 2 April 2008

Extraordinary sumerazure moment

I have my own favourite palindrome (which is mongrel spelling tho gets to meanings): scopesore/erosepocs.

I have a simple view on Uk immigration as issue (though to be sure detailled points could be picked over): The problem in Britain is the same as in much of Europe. It's an economic dynamism that's sunk - supplanted by the need to keep a civil service from the fossil record? - by a disafavouritism to independent means of income, I believe (it's kind of command economy). What it is does occur within the general set "low-waged" though it's not so much us humble partially skilled persons who do better (and provide vacancies to be filled by others) if we had better financial circumstances (i.e. Basic Income c.f. Samuel Brittan et al (the late Mr Shackle, for instance). It's the small businesses - very small in terms of occupancy of property, number of employees and turnover - that are the preferred use of skills and interests of those persons. They are clamped by all the usual State burdens, and this means as individuals outside their businesses (which support niche activities that should be considered important no matter how trivial or novel) they do not have the means to use other businesses as many who may be considered parasitic white-collared do.
So I do not think immigrants are anything other than someways antagonising because of a very poor attitude toward small business that has the outcome of a rickety establishment trying to maintain antiquated control of human resources.


Some Poems.

River hounds rocks
pelting from tension
to wide tongue shine


The bar code frills story lines
of clamped open tomes
no more entelechial than the human embyro's
gills


Traffic lights to spring
dumb waiting surface, stretching linguistic legs
to feet on the stove, tho reaching back to check the props
(not quite under)in mind : frontier unrest