Apologies for being mentally unkempt and blathering on, but i have nowhere
esle to rant at the machine, apart from here in the attic on the circular,
four hundred yards from the most exciting parish hall within walking
distance of the local busey lears at it in the street, drinking, swearing,
oath bound dubs, people pretended to be MP's biggest fawn, potter mo, s/he
of the diacritical distinction between me as Man and as the woman i wanna
be, Maureen the voice of the Liberties, nailing the accent, like my mah from
Cabra who left at nine, yet never lost her Northside outlook, back n the day
when she could cycle safe to Howth in the days before the loonies came in
the 80's heroin wave and the cycle of Male murder Dublin residents are
currently having to hear about, the tit for tat madness of almost weekly
hits and shifting, shifting...



Women only anthologies, apples and snakes, orange is not the only colour of
fruit of the inner Woman in me, the (what can only be) a spiritually
maternal state of pure invention, aide dans le Art, to go where no Man has
yet gone, straight into the women only mob of hard working walking adverts
for the benefit of mutual mastering of who literary deal.


Cerman Lours, the s/he who the very talented Guardian poet, Rumens lead me
to after helping C with the eces, and now s/he is getting much better, Roy
Fisher taking his rightful place, with always informative commentaries by
the team over there who another maternal person, ms A, a very modest editor
blogging for the guardian, with Sheenagh, another team playa, who in a
recent exchange with one of the many anonymous people i do not know, but
enjoy winding up, FMK, for men killers, eff murder kill, a New
(un)recosntructed debater of the serious eternal theme/s all verse in some
way connects to.

He was trying to be smarter than Pugh about team sports after the Turkish
laureate was getting chatted for not caring enough about his national soccer
team, in an interview with someone called DS, and Pugh said she prefers lone
sports like F1 as millionaires running round kicking a ball to the chorus of
nationalistic chanting by men (many with tattoos and a prodigious desire to
see their chaps do the foe of opposing millionaires.


Sheenagh said that this hugging preachy maleness of men bonding over very
rich men whose only team spirit is in how much dough they can get for
kicking an orb about, she found distasteful and preffered instaed the one on
one, sport where there is only ourself to challenge, and effers came vack
ranting as though he were the outraged gym mistress "b****" who put poor S
off team sports for life, demanding she explain herself, to him the anon
effer who is intelligent, arguing the contrary position of anyone at all,
for his own (unknown) reasons, using MS as an example of the (though he
didn't make that connection) the one exceptin proving a rule, as he argued
it, that motor racing is a team sport and MNS thanking everyone and never
taking the plaudits of his uniquely unbeaten, (certainly in the top ten)
public record as a pro boy racer.

But it's easy for him to say that, the effer as ms, it's easy to be gracious
when yr the best innit, and i see both sides of the two stances here, though
in my heart of heads, agree with both the M's, that now the sexes have
achieved parity. I mean look at wendy, coping with those 20 liner works of
highly profitable product her daemon makes, and i see it that  M. G is like
all of us, same as MB, and whatever works for us at staying happy in
whatever world/s we make, as the one true s/he beind the flesh con bodies,
as i am the biggest woman i know. i have four sisters, 7 nieces, and until
the three nephews came after they were born, when i was nearly 40, only one
male man to learn from and S nailed one aspect of the professional boy racer
playas team topic, that set effers apoplectic with his weak apoligia of MS,
(and made me laugh), that the myth of F1 racing being a team sport, is
laughably incorrect, and that one's *team mates* are also in a very real
sense, one's greatest *rival/s*, and the balance between men and women,
bloody heck, all my sisters are far, far more successful in the material
realm than i was reared to expect.

My mum always used to say, men have to go out and work, as women could
apways get married to a rich fella, and i tell you what, she was right in
1970's and perhaps the early 80's but not the ninties and this current, ER,
pre Chuck or Liamite age mate/s, and i always say, make it logic, equal,
alphabetic, even 50 fifty gender wise, which is what Cerman Lours is, a s/he
who the real rumens delivered to me, and for this, i am immensely grateful
and now, hopefully i will be able to attend Bangor as our leader and learn
from this bespectacled aul pro, return the favour s/he has done for me and
Fisher, to make prose, hybrid work, seamless..

love and peace to the s/he of M's G&B, Fodhla for next yrs title, bang F
new, Is-land, of the blfsn, returned as a woman and man called Coimhe
(kweeva) of the O'Broin (o'brin) da soon ex-leader of English Desmond An
Mhuman, all of us s/he, perhaps?..