There is a vague tradition in my blogs of writing after thunderstorms; my first post ever, on my old journal, several meaningful occasions afterwards, etc... the one that came last night was loud, mighty, violent - a dramatic welcome to the inner city. My first night in my new place, on Drummond road, & kind of echoing the volcanic street life here ( Read more... )

Also during the last few days I have read Dune. I didn't think it was that good. Who wants to have it out with me over this issue?! I am spoiling for a rumble.

was stumbling through town feeling sick in various ways, kind of battling with myself over a flaming river of hell, etc, when i hear harmonica and see a dancing man & dreadlocks swaying ahead, in the underpass. he grins at me ( Read more... )

This job application form demands that I have 'A basic understanding of the service delivered by... the XXX Group.'

Soon I will go around in shades and a pinstripe suit with a pistol hidden in my belt.

Anyway, am in Bristol, facing the reality of the aftermath of a degree which made me very intelligent and ambitious, and also unemployable.

Life in the UK is pretty crap, and rationalised; to compensate we have quite alot of music festivals, which the counter-culture enjoy. The Moors Festival, held last weekend, is one of the small ones with only a few thousand attending & no huge name bands, but on the other hand it's uniquely placed on the green & purple of the yorkshire moors (huge ( Read more... )

The university system ejects me, mangled, together with a 1st and an award, out into the world. Graduates are queueing up to rent gowns, get photographs taken, etc, at the appropriate price - my ability to enter the library runs out with my money, in a few weeks' time. I am in the convenient position of being able to snub the main gown-laden ( Read more... )

So I was there for 10 long days, at the meditation centre... to be forced to do something extreme is so powerful - anything that is both alien to society and yet rational & organised is powerful - in this case surrendering control, adhering to a strict discipline, maintaining total silence, and meditating for 10 hours each day ( Read more... )

Goodbye for some days; i go to a monastary style place where, through various disciplines, I will apparently concentrate on the inner ( Read more... )

Actually presenting flashes of the invisibles is impossible, really, I realised, without some work or powers of randomness. The Invisibles is a series of flashes anyway; random flashes in time in their most sophisticated form. Well.. the invisibles was one of those books that changed my head-chemistry & mind-structures, possibly the most powerful ( Read more... )

We went camping... there was Ian and me walking through the trees; he looked like a caveman, long hair and beard, shirtless, stepping tall and fragile among the branches and leaves. We found a dell, overlooking a ruined house... very horror-movie esque ( Read more... )