Eulogy — thoughts on Death & Love

Eulogy — thoughts on Death & Love

Death is, in many ways, a celebration of life. It is the bookend that curtails our time on this mortal plain, but it is by no means a door closed that we may never look beyond. This short period now is an intermission of sorts, during which the lights come...
Steve Gullick - Nirvana Diary

Steve Gullick – Nirvana Diary

    Having written previously about Joe Watson’s wonderfully inspiring short documentary film ‘Punk As Fuck – A Short Film About Steve Gullick’ you can understand my excitement and interest in this next instalment. With Steve Gullick about to release a new photography book — ‘Nirvana Diary‘ — this film gives us an...
The Map of Me  ~  opening thoughts about self, and other paraphernalia

The Map of Me ~ opening thoughts about self, and other paraphernalia

Rebecca and I made the decision to make a short film. At first it was just for the enjoyment of making a short film, and so wasn’t based on many ideas but that one, good idea. But as we talked it over, some pretty good concepts for subject matter emerged...
We slip the thin line between

We slip the thin line between

- Static waves of electrical distortion - a disruption that crackles and cascades and pauses to culminate in an elaborate architecture. - Breaking free from waters dark - just one kick from the soft sand floor into an up and out expulsion where air awaits drawn lungs. - A delicate...
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Oil & Water

Oil & Water

Oil and water, they don’t mix well. This is a classic truism. Everyone knows this fact. Even our kids know this – we told them so! But what oil and water do wonderfully well instead is they clash fervently with one another, and push apart, and reject one another’s standpoint wholeheartedly, and in this state...
Goodbye, old friend.

Goodbye, old friend.

  Bath photographer Steve Farherty recently documented the last days of The Porter Cellar Bar Bath. “..I’ve been drinking in here since 96′ so I was devastated when I heard it was closing. It’s been my home away from home. So many good times, so many good people I have met. Goodbye old friend…”

The Rite of our Spring

We had melody, once. We spoke in simple pitches, and quivered momentarily in time. As the years passed we saw winter - it came on strong and harsh. But later – the Rite of our Spring - we found new rhythm. Dynamic rhythm. You thrilled me less, and moved me more. ~ a poem inspired...
May Day! May Day!

May Day! May Day!

The heat comes screaming from the sky and strikes with searing impunity, a consistent and unbroken blue the transmitter, the waves invisible until they settle on the grass and on the play park, where they undulate like jet-engine vapour, and everyone wilts away into mute apathy beneath the profuse noon-day sweat that it brings. Mad...
The Passport as a Symbol

The Passport as a Symbol

The passport as a symbol is indeed powerful, especially if you are a citizen of  Britain or America.  With this little burgundy bound booklet – and really it is physically no more remarkable an object than this suggests – one is green-lit to travel to almost all easily accessible corners of the world, and upon...

Gifted by our Mothers

Gifted by our Mothers and our Fathers too - free to roam the future as they become the past. We share in their triumphs and their failures - the better prepared by both we’ll be. And our flight takes us through the nearest exit - we owe them everything and nothing at all.
Death Electro Emo Protest Aerobics ~ The Knife & Sorkklubben

Death Electro Emo Protest Aerobics ~ The Knife & Sorkklubben

Shaking The Habitual being the title and tag line to a show which contests the audience’s preconceived notions of authenticity and performance.  If The Knife have spent the last seven years quietly pondering Judith Butler‘s proclamation that ‘gender is performance’, then this live show is a loud exclamation of Karin & Olaf’s acceptance of her...

Wisdom

We cannot pass on wisdom any more than we can make reality in someone else’s life a personal experience merely by telling of it.   We pass on the ideals of widsom and the notion of ideas.   Wisdom is subjective and based on more than one person’s ideas. Wisdom comes from a time and...
People Passing / 1.

People Passing / 1.

His tired looking work colleague, dressed in the same loose-fitting high-viz, is ‘getting it’ from both barrels, and you can easily discern from the body language that this is no new dynamic, withering obediently as he is beneath the glare. If every limp inch of the ear-bashed whelp is rightly dejected, then it is because all...

Pattern Recognition

I’d love to find a symmetry to it all – a recognition of pattern – if only there were one. As if patterns offer any safety or comfort. They don’t. We can rely on the sun rising and falling away, and we can be sure of Summer becoming Autumn, and then Winter; but all that...
When The Lights Went Out / 2.

When The Lights Went Out / 2.

2. An oppressively seasonal wind cuts through everything, with impunity.  It smacks of bitterness and passed expiration of expectation.  I think we all hoped for more by now, but everyone is wrapped in their own cocoon.  I speak metaphorically. They keep the icy fingers of dead cold out with the hats and the scarves and...
Keeping one's hand in with writing.

Keeping one’s hand in with writing.

That title is to be read literally, not idiomatically, for rather than referring to the actual practice of writing, it is referring to the practise of writing with a pen in your actual, practical hand.  Apparently for many people this is becoming a less common daily routine than once it was. Of course, the convenience...