Ben Kaye
@thelibrettist.bsky.social
Just a Librettist from Puddletown. Hon Fellow RNCM
Is there actually anyone here that isn’t from 7th Avenue?
November 18, 2025 at 10:33 PM
Is there actually anyone here that isn’t from 7th Avenue?
Why I write:
“I have never been so affected, so touched as I have just been reading this poem. The words are so beautiful, I could cry. It's made my heart pound with emotion. Just as I was thinking there's no point…” - Zoe
“I have never been so affected, so touched as I have just been reading this poem. The words are so beautiful, I could cry. It's made my heart pound with emotion. Just as I was thinking there's no point…” - Zoe
November 15, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Why I write:
“I have never been so affected, so touched as I have just been reading this poem. The words are so beautiful, I could cry. It's made my heart pound with emotion. Just as I was thinking there's no point…” - Zoe
“I have never been so affected, so touched as I have just been reading this poem. The words are so beautiful, I could cry. It's made my heart pound with emotion. Just as I was thinking there's no point…” - Zoe
Just wondering if there’s anyone on BlueSky who isn’t a scammer, hooker, or both.
Been here a year now as a social experiment, and have had nothing but…
Been here a year now as a social experiment, and have had nothing but…
October 29, 2025 at 7:09 PM
Just wondering if there’s anyone on BlueSky who isn’t a scammer, hooker, or both.
Been here a year now as a social experiment, and have had nothing but…
Been here a year now as a social experiment, and have had nothing but…
I’m not working at the moment, but continue to recieve emails from companies wanting me to help them out.
Instead of saying “maybe you should have paid me properly and on time”, now I just say “Not my circus. Not my monkeys…”
They don’t like that.
But I do…
Instead of saying “maybe you should have paid me properly and on time”, now I just say “Not my circus. Not my monkeys…”
They don’t like that.
But I do…
October 25, 2025 at 12:34 AM
I’m not working at the moment, but continue to recieve emails from companies wanting me to help them out.
Instead of saying “maybe you should have paid me properly and on time”, now I just say “Not my circus. Not my monkeys…”
They don’t like that.
But I do…
Instead of saying “maybe you should have paid me properly and on time”, now I just say “Not my circus. Not my monkeys…”
They don’t like that.
But I do…
I’m not sure what to say here sometimes, but I do know that we’re heading into a new fascist era, unless we stop it now.
Because tomorrow will be too late…
Because tomorrow will be too late…
October 23, 2025 at 8:34 PM
I’m not sure what to say here sometimes, but I do know that we’re heading into a new fascist era, unless we stop it now.
Because tomorrow will be too late…
Because tomorrow will be too late…
If I could only hold and keep thee in my mind’s eye,
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
October 18, 2025 at 5:00 PM
If I could only hold and keep thee in my mind’s eye,
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
Interesting to be contacted by so many people, to whom if I don’t reply within an hour, block me.
A sure red flag…
A sure red flag…
October 15, 2025 at 6:35 PM
Interesting to be contacted by so many people, to whom if I don’t reply within an hour, block me.
A sure red flag…
A sure red flag…
“Somewhere in North America, a young Hispanic girl is hiding in an attic and writing a diary…”
October 9, 2025 at 7:16 PM
“Somewhere in North America, a young Hispanic girl is hiding in an attic and writing a diary…”
If I could only hold and keep thee in my mind’s eye,
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
September 30, 2025 at 8:48 PM
If I could only hold and keep thee in my mind’s eye,
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody - 2025 BBC Proms - 50th Anniversary Premiere Performance
YouTube video by Enrico Fertini
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September 13, 2025 at 11:54 PM
The Veteran who recited the Kohima Prayer missed out a line.
The sad thing is that 99% of people didn’t notice it,
but of the 1% who did, no one was concerned about him forgetting a word or two…
“When you go home, tell them of us and say, for your tomorrow, we gave our today…”
The sad thing is that 99% of people didn’t notice it,
but of the 1% who did, no one was concerned about him forgetting a word or two…
“When you go home, tell them of us and say, for your tomorrow, we gave our today…”
August 17, 2025 at 11:30 PM
The Veteran who recited the Kohima Prayer missed out a line.
The sad thing is that 99% of people didn’t notice it,
but of the 1% who did, no one was concerned about him forgetting a word or two…
“When you go home, tell them of us and say, for your tomorrow, we gave our today…”
The sad thing is that 99% of people didn’t notice it,
but of the 1% who did, no one was concerned about him forgetting a word or two…
“When you go home, tell them of us and say, for your tomorrow, we gave our today…”
Went to a funeral yesterday. A difficult day, but when it was over I realised that I’d “been there” for four people:
My mum, the widow, and her two sons.
It was only when I got back home I realised an error in my maths; the fifth one, was me…
My mum, the widow, and her two sons.
It was only when I got back home I realised an error in my maths; the fifth one, was me…
August 15, 2025 at 11:40 PM
Went to a funeral yesterday. A difficult day, but when it was over I realised that I’d “been there” for four people:
My mum, the widow, and her two sons.
It was only when I got back home I realised an error in my maths; the fifth one, was me…
My mum, the widow, and her two sons.
It was only when I got back home I realised an error in my maths; the fifth one, was me…
There’s something I think that some women fail to understand,
Their beauty is not in a twenty year old’s hips or tits and thighs,
But in their words and care, their lips, and the light in their eyes…
Their beauty is not in a twenty year old’s hips or tits and thighs,
But in their words and care, their lips, and the light in their eyes…
August 13, 2025 at 11:49 PM
There’s something I think that some women fail to understand,
Their beauty is not in a twenty year old’s hips or tits and thighs,
But in their words and care, their lips, and the light in their eyes…
Their beauty is not in a twenty year old’s hips or tits and thighs,
But in their words and care, their lips, and the light in their eyes…
If I could only hold and keep thee in my mind’s eye,
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
July 22, 2025 at 11:46 PM
If I could only hold and keep thee in my mind’s eye,
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
As my feet trudge weary through another endless day,
All before me would be softly moonlit paths,
The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…
Only four Scammers this evening…
July 7, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Only four Scammers this evening…
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour…
- Blake
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour…
- Blake
July 3, 2025 at 9:11 PM
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour…
- Blake
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour…
- Blake
Thinking about the start of Pride Month today.
And that there are so many people in the world whose incompleteness and sorrow is caused by the absence of love.
Love is love… is love…
The wonder of it… The feeling of walking on air…
It doesn’t matter how it comes, only that it is there…
And that there are so many people in the world whose incompleteness and sorrow is caused by the absence of love.
Love is love… is love…
The wonder of it… The feeling of walking on air…
It doesn’t matter how it comes, only that it is there…
June 1, 2025 at 8:08 PM
Thinking about the start of Pride Month today.
And that there are so many people in the world whose incompleteness and sorrow is caused by the absence of love.
Love is love… is love…
The wonder of it… The feeling of walking on air…
It doesn’t matter how it comes, only that it is there…
And that there are so many people in the world whose incompleteness and sorrow is caused by the absence of love.
Love is love… is love…
The wonder of it… The feeling of walking on air…
It doesn’t matter how it comes, only that it is there…
And missing out on all of those multi million dollar competitors that I never entered…
May 27, 2025 at 9:45 PM
And missing out on all of those multi million dollar competitors that I never entered…
So disappointed that no-one on BlueSky has claimed to live where I live and offered to suck my balls in the last 20 minutes…
May 27, 2025 at 9:43 PM
So disappointed that no-one on BlueSky has claimed to live where I live and offered to suck my balls in the last 20 minutes…
Is there anyone on BlueSky who isn’t either a Prostitute or a Scammer?
May 19, 2025 at 1:32 AM
Is there anyone on BlueSky who isn’t either a Prostitute or a Scammer?
I almost can’t even be bothered to publish any thoughts here.
Until Americans decide that Fascism is what their grandparents gave their lives to defeat, I can’t be fucking bothered…
Until Americans decide that Fascism is what their grandparents gave their lives to defeat, I can’t be fucking bothered…
May 9, 2025 at 8:49 PM
I almost can’t even be bothered to publish any thoughts here.
Until Americans decide that Fascism is what their grandparents gave their lives to defeat, I can’t be fucking bothered…
Until Americans decide that Fascism is what their grandparents gave their lives to defeat, I can’t be fucking bothered…
When you can’t even post a poem as short as Wendell Berry’s “The Peace of Wild Things” you realise how completely useless this App is…
May 6, 2025 at 8:31 PM
When you can’t even post a poem as short as Wendell Berry’s “The Peace of Wild Things” you realise how completely useless this App is…
Just to reassure everyone that I have no plans to invade Canada, Greenland, Gaza or the Panama Canal, because if I did, in the UK I’d be sectioned and chucked in a rubber room.
But ‘Merica, right?
But ‘Merica, right?
March 17, 2025 at 2:59 AM
Just to reassure everyone that I have no plans to invade Canada, Greenland, Gaza or the Panama Canal, because if I did, in the UK I’d be sectioned and chucked in a rubber room.
But ‘Merica, right?
But ‘Merica, right?
Just awaiting KRISTALLNACHT now…
March 4, 2025 at 8:57 PM
Just awaiting KRISTALLNACHT now…
