Bella Basura in Performance

Come and see me at the Speakout Festival 2017.

I will be performing at The 6 Bells on the 11th February, it looks like a great lineup, with contributions from Heather McVey, and Miss Mercal amongst others.

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Looks like some pretty experienced performers on the Sunday too, Mark McGivern and Fay Roberts are worth seeing!

There are acts on at venues all over Cambridge during the weekend. Get full details on the Speakout Festival page on facebook.

 

Incantation to reveal and repel psychic vampires

Incantation to reveal and repel psychic vampires
(You know who you are)

I see you
You are a stalker, a peeping tom, an incestuous child-molester, an internet paedophile, a rapist, a narcissistic psychopath, a thief, a liar, a rumour-monger, an envious hater.
I name you for what you know you are
You are a psychic vampire
You have no power of your own
and I do not give you my power
I regain control  over my life
I do not give you permission to enter my home
I do not give you permission to enter my life
I do not give you permission to claim what is mine
You will not cross my threshold
I command you to loose your hold on my power
I command you to return what you have taken
I command you to leave
You will not cross my threshold
I forbid you to draw my power
I forbid you to spy on me
I forbid you to claim my power
You will not cross my threshold
I curse you with your own failings
I curse you with your own self-delusion
I curse you with your own lack of power
You will not cross my threshold
You are a stalker, a peeping tom, an incestuous child-molester, an internet paedophile, a rapist, a narcissistic psychopath, a thief, a liar, a rumour-monger, an envious hater.
I name you for what you know you are
You are a psychic vampire
You have no power of your own
and I do not give you my power
I regain control  over my life.

Bella Basura 2017

New Flash Fiction Story

Here is a new Flash Fiction, that I performed for the first time at the recent Scarecrow Corner Benefit at The Devonshire Arms a week or so ago.

Although it’s longer than my usual offerings, you must agree it is still pretty short!

Fairies Down The Plughole

I’ve only had head lice once. I think I caught them on a group walking holiday in Wales.
One afternoon towards the end  of the week, I chaperoned a lovely little 8 year old called Annie. Her mum, too tired,  or busy, or divorce-damaged, or desperate to wash her hair, pressganged me into taking Annie with me on a four hour guided ramble in the rugged North Wales mountains, around the stunning Cadar Idris, throne of Uther. A folkloric landscape of the poet, the madman, the dead man who are said to gather on the Idris summit in the dawn’s pale gloom. A mythic and magical and harsh place of legend.

It could have been an arduous trek, but I had the delightful company of Annie to smooth the day along. Annie loved fairies, Annie saw fairies everywhere, “look, fairy doors” she would say stopping at almost every tree stump, every cleft in the tangled woodland tree roots. Annie paused at every Oak, Ash and Thorn, paid homage to every bee, butterfly and dragonfly we saw “Look! Fairies” she would say.

And at the end of the long day she granted me fairies of my own. In a gesture of blessing She drew her fingers across her cherubic dark curls, she placed her hands onto the crown of my head and dipped our heads together until our foreheads touched, we paused and stared into each others eyes. “now you have fairies too” She said.

Later, around the campfire, Annie tucked up safe in her sleeping bag, I chatted with Annie’s Mum. I said “She’s a one for the fairies” Mum laughed, “yes, it’s fairies this and fairies that, she sees them everywhere, ‘look fairies’ she says, all the time. Even when I’m using the headlice shampoo, she’s like ‘Mummy, Look! Fairies’ and I say yes honey, wash them down the plughole”

Bella Basura
December 2016

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Strawberry Fair Scarecrow Corner

Brand new Flash fiction

 

Yesterday Evening I had a wonderful time performing with a stunning music and spoken word lineup at Scarecrow Corner Winter Warmer. Here is a new 100 word Flash Fiction I wrote for the event.

Horny Goat Fairy of Strawberry Fair by Tim Neate 2016

Horny Goat Fairy
of Strawberry Fair
by Tim Neate 2016

Ding Dong

This week being christmas week they had a competition at my work, there was a prize for the best Christmas carol sung over the public address system. So I had a go. Sang them my favourite carol, although I not sure I got the words right.
I went :

“Dum dum didi didi dumb
Didi dum dum dum dum dumb

I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
I wanna destroy passers by

Cause I
Wanna be
Anarchy
Wanna be
Anarchy

And I
Wanna be
Anarchy
No dogs body
Anarchy for the UK”

And then they switched the bloody speakers off!

Bella Basura December 2016

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Bella Basura Live

This year I have been performing my writing at spoken word events, there is a list of them on my chronological archive click here – this Sunday I am performing at the Scarecrow Corner Benefit for Strawberry Fair at the Devonshire Arms in Cambridge, and the organiser of the event -Tim Neate – specifically requested my “Kali Rant”, part of my Wall of Girls blog series.

So here we go
Hope to see you at the Dev from 6pm til late

Kali Invocation

Om Krim Kali Namah
Om Krim Kali Namah
Kali Mati Murti Puja
Sacred Hindu image
Lurid with significance
Queen of darkness
Deep blackest mysteries
My harridan protector
Saver of women

Kali by Tim Neate

Kali by Tim Neate

Om Krim Kali Namah
Om Krim Kali Namah
Kali four blue arms
Third eye & bindi
Long poking tongue
Beads & necklaces strung
From the faces of dead men
Skirts of their limbs.
All her decapitated enemies.

Om Krim Kali Namah
Om Krim Kali Namah
Kali chthonic radiance.
The clammy stale air
Of the grave
Breathed out at sunrise.
At her feet flowers feed
On spilled blood & flesh
Flowing & clotting, both.

Om Krim Kali Namah
Om Krim Kali Namah
Sharp trident penetrates the sky.
Glowing sunrise morning aura
And against the dark of
Her shimmering black hair,
The reborn and growing
Crescent moon is
Tucked behind her ear.

Om Krim Kali Namah
Om Krim Kali Namah
Kali Chandra crescent moon
Her foot hard down
On Shiva’s naked chest.
He be-cobra-ed ecstatic
Crescent moon waning
And Shri Kali moon waxing
Is premenstrual I think.

New Post on Jean Dark’s blog

WTF Have They Done To The Moon?
SHARE if you like sky-clad witches in the moonlight.

The moon is our closest most visible heavenly body and has had influence on human culture for millennia. The moon is seen as a source of divination and knowledge.  There are dozens of known Moon Goddesses across the world and across time. There are goddesses of the full moon, the dark moon, waxing and waning moons, the blood moon and dragon moon…more…

 

About Bella Basura

You're Funny, Skull Girl Bella Basura 2015

You’re Funny, Skull Girl
Bella Basura 2015

An occasional blog on the subject of Me Me Me,
and the fabulous things I do,
an archive of most of my writing, some of it dating back to 1994,
links to the complete text of my first unpublished novel
The slow-burning Grandmother Punk short story anthology
bearer of Granny Takes a trip
short listed for the Soundwork 2015 Monologue Award,
some Psychogeography
Flash Fiction
From The Short Answer Anthology
And my gallery
Some other stuff

And  Jean Dark.

The Bardic Picnic

Contemplating reading at the Bardic Picnic next month has resulted in this weeks dinky little flash fiction.

Carved bone. Indonesia 2013. Donated by S. Beings

Carved bone. Indonesia 2013. Donated by S. Beings

Stone High

“Actually I don’t think that’s Lapiz” Said Flower-Moon to Ann, as she fished the blue bracelet out of the display case.
A proper Petromancer, Ann thought. One of those new-age Fairy-Witches that divine the future through the flinging of gemstones.
“No, it’s Sodalite. Put it back, it doesn’t resonate in the same way”. Ann put the bracelet back, and followed Flower-Moon.
Petropath! Thought Ann as Flower-Moon dowsed the incense franchise.
A low-down god-forsaken alt.med hustler – a-healin’ the sick by the layin’ on o’stones.
Watching Flower-Moon trance out in the Nepalese imports, Ann visualised a tea-break.

Bella Basura
July 2016

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