Watched the eclipse of the moon the other night, the ‘blood moon’. Mel took a photo through the telescope (below) as ‘Brain Damage’ played and I thought about whether i should buy that Moog synthesiser I’d seen on ebay that morning....
My life in the last few weeks has passed over a crucible of some kind, a big reset, and perhaps the world has too, another junction like the ‘singlularity‘ which i imagined that i noticed a few years ago, at the...
At the hour of midnight on 1 January 2000 I was up a tree outside the Tate Modern, watching the fireworks shot from a barge in the Thames bursting through the smoke and London fog. I had become separated from my...
One of my favourite times in London was circa 2000 when I lived in West Hampstead, at 13 Ravenshaw street, with Jula the bellydancer and her many cats and dogs. The window of my little first floor bedroom looked out over...
Another day at home with a fever, cups of tea, feeling on the edge of reality. This is the best time to post an update. When the cares of the world seem distant. I am not as bitter as before. Although...
Over the Christmas break i spent time with my bees. Here are some of my hives, my 4yo daughter helped paint one of them (we did it before the bees were in it). I have had bees for nearly 9 years...
I was born in 1978 and although I don’t think i have any specific memories that i can be sure i can tie to the 1970s (when i was still under 2 years old), decades do tend to live on for...
When I was younger I spent long periods of time in solitude meditating. Over the years my practice has changed, and I have explored different techniques from different traditions while travelling in Europe and elsewhere. After some years, I concluded that...
My holiday readings are scattered about, and it’s hard not to be distracted with the goings on in GENIUSVILLE (which stupidity threatens to engulf us all), but one of the more gentle amusements has been cruising thru the pages of Kris...
A sudden plosm creates echoes. Later i exhume the body of an old pet, and notice that the chickens are all gone. So now is the time for wine and music… the blood on my fingers.. picking up the guitar the...
Taken some new portraits of me as a poetaster, and making images as part of general renovations to the ‘poem library’ and other parts of this site. Tortured or disgruntled? On the red chair in the blue room. With books. Do...
