FINISHED . Stupidity and Serendipity equals Genius (c) by Michael Casey

Stupidity and Serendipity equals Genius (c)

 by Michael Casey

This thought came to me in the night

It best describes my writing

I mentioned it to my small daughter as she headed back to University

She's been back home for a week while she wrote he Dissertation 

Eating us out of house and home , and using all the hot water

Well I had a break, pain descended as usual

So back to my theme

I am very eclectic as you know with catholic tastes

And catholic means wide or universal, like my backside

So I'm nosey and interested in everything

You grow up in a large family, with lodgers sharing your life

maybe 16 people and a cat and a dog at its peak

I could count them off

Mary Magdalane  was a lodger, or that's what I called her

John Lennon was a lodger, not the beatle

We had one who at christmas fell over drunk and burned himself

Another died on me Literally, 46 years ago this month

yet another died on the no.11 bus on his way home from a riding holiday

He was like an uncle to me, so I still pray for his soul

He was only 60 when he died, so I've been praying for him for 45 years

He got a bargain, he was an only child, so I'm probably his last living connection

I expect  him to meet me at Gates of Paradise and give me a drink

So, you can see my background

I stumbled into writing in 1987, the year after I bought a house

The old house my kids call it, this one where I'm talking to you from is

the new house

And please God before I die we get a nice new house

far far away from the views from my bedroom  window

Though if you are a neighbour maybe you don't like 

seeing a naked ape in the window

Anyway, as I write I'll surf an idea and that will break on the surf

in my mind, and like a pinball in a machine I ping and pong

and get ideas, it very spontaneous

I like it that way, or it would be boring for me, or just pretentious

If I smell anything pretentious I run, or stagger away from it

depending on  my pain and tinnitus levels

Now I specialise in stupidity, I do have a mirror after all

But serendipity comes along

The flowers I've used recently

They looked pretty so I took snaps

Afterwards I Googled the meanings of flowers

After  I had used to images

Turns out the references had deep deep symbolic meanings 

For Russian people

Such as Tulips and their colours

Plus the idea that the Spirits of the Dead come back

To see the fields of Tulips in Southern Russia

After they are dead

So 1,000,000 Russian boys dead, and Tulips

Means something deep in Russia

I do have. Russian readers amongst my readers in 171 countries

These past 3 years almost daily I email Moscow

The idea is to try and influence people

So Putin is stopped

I may be just wasting my time, but I'm wasting theirs too

So less time spent on Putin's Genocide

That's the theory

Also when I write I'll stumble on words and connections

as I'm writing my piece

Its all very fast, as quick as I am able to type

20 years listening to BBC Radio4, and reading etc

BEFORE

I started to write

That's my University

3,000,000 words probably, you can go count them

though online is probably not everything

37 years writing qualified

I always say I qualified on 29 Feb 1988

when I first finished typing

The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker by Michael Casey

So I may chat to somebody and they will reveal something

And no its not the local flasher

This will be like a ripple in my pond of imagination

Then I'll use that thought

Or the the information will just sink into the soup of my brain

Then weeks or years later up it will emerge, like swamp gas

Or your granddad farting after the Sunday dinner

I've captured it, the fart and the idea

Then it will escape all over the page

And Yes I'm interested in Politics

So Today on Trump's most excellent call

He's carving up Ukraine, so he and Putin can enjoy their Love of Money

Genecide Rewarded

But I digress

It could all get so depressing, and it is

Luckily I have the Faith of a Child

I stole it, and the mother is going to brain me with the baby's bottle

Obvious Joke

For Americans, as they need everything Telegraphed

I do believe in the end Russia will be defeated

When

I don't know, God never confesses to me

It's the other way around

BUT as I have horrendous TINNITUS

I've turned that around to use it to annoy Russia

by sending emails in the night

and more importantly

I'm a Gorilla with a Rosary

Prayer works, ask any Faith Person you know

What is the Alternative?

So as well as bitching too much about all my pains

and they are many and far too real

And you, listen fatso, on the couch

You have my pains and tinnitus for a day, and you probably

would not survive

Has that shut you up?

Now, get your Rosary out and say a few laps

Yes the Rosary is my anchor

Other prayers are available

Or Class As, for all jacked up readers of my rubbish

Though I doubt  I have any of those

Not unless you are in Vietnam and HK

reading me in an Opium Den

SCREAMING

just testing you all

I am impressed and very humbled that both Nations

or maybe IPs are reading me suddenly in large quantities

so If you are good catholic girls in some institution

start a Mexican Wave over the Internet

Then maybe we can together put Putin back in a cage

Genocide should never be rewarded

Sadly The Love of Money Rules

and its not Ok by me

Now Serendipity has led me to discover a good place for my smart speaker

and after my tidy up of the study, if I can pretend to be pretentious

The best place for my smart speaker is right behind me on the floor

And with that I'm saying no more

Notice rubbish rhyme, floor and no more

Call me Al is singing now as I start to switch everything off

This is as good as I can write today

Tinnitus is s curse, or literary critic maybe

and arthritis brings me no joy

So Vietnam and HK say a Prayer for this fool

Cos I'm getting weaker and Tinnitus is truly horrendous

But I do believe in Prayer

read Padre Pio and Me by Michael Casey. if you want 2 for the price of one

its online

And then come up and see me sometime

Visit Birmingham we want your money

And the Queen Camilla's Son, has reviewed Birmingham food

Come on over, and bring lots of money

You can take me to the chippy

What an offer, I bet you all screamed again.