The Beauty of Trump

A lot of truth in this, I am only concerned that systems to replace capitalism and continual growth are not emerging quite as much as the author suggests, however, there is a great opportunity for change.

GODS & RADICALS

“What we get to see with Trump is that capitalism has nowhere to go other than into the darker reaches of itself.”

The aesthetics of narcissistic Capitalism, from Charles Liburd

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“ The most beautiful and deepest experience a man can have is the sense of the mysterious. It is the underlying principle of religion as well as all serious endeavour in art and science. He who never had this experience seems to me, if not dead, then at least blind. To sense that behind anything that can be experienced there is a something that our mind cannot grasp and whose beauty and sublimity reaches us only indirectly and as a feeble reflection, this is religiousness.

In this sense I am religious. To me, it suffices to wonder at these secrets and to attempt humbly to grasp with my mind a mere image of the lofty structure of all that there…

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I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD……

 

 

I had good walk yesterday, solo for once as my beloved had her creative writing group. I went from Cartmel to Bigland Tarn, taking in part of the Cumbria Coastal Way, and returned via Beckside. From just outside Cartmel I didn’t see a soul until I got back and it is such a pleasure to still be able to do that. I would just like to say that after a lifetime searching for the perfect career I have finally found it, it is called retirement. I am only able to pursue it part time at the moment, but have high hopes for when the present building project, probably the penultimate, finishes. We have done this walk many times and parts of it can be very, and I mean very, muddy, yesterday it was bone dry.

Lunch is taken just before one reaches the tarn, which is nothing special, the tarn that is, not lunch, even a simple cheese butty tastes wonderful out in the country. The view over Holker Mosses and the estuary however, is special and yesterday I was enjoying it so much that I didn’t feel like moving; so, I didn’t. A bit of solitude is good for the soul, especially for a misanthrope like me. The distant hum of traffic on the A590 to Barrow was drowned out by the song of birds. Insects were buzzing and butterflies were fluttering. Once you have been sitting for a while nature sort of absorbs you, I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular just letting my mind float free. I did hear a cuckoo, the first in 2017. Then a cock pheasant noisily pursuing a hen, he gave up and settled for skulking in the long grass nearby, can you see him?

You can now.

Eventually, I had to abandon my reverie and return to so called civilization; in the process I startled an enormous hare and it startled me as it ran across my path. It was good to spend a few hours away from “normal life”, and I didn’t think once about B****t.              

 

TACTICAL VOTING