Some weeks ago I spoke about how I write my blogs with waning confidence, in the hope that somebody with a better ability to research and investigate can look into tendencies I am suggesting. Last week I spoke about how I believe we have silently shifted from an individualism dominated by aspirationalism to one dominatedContinue reading “Accountability instead of ‘The Future’”
Category Archives: Writing
I Dreamt I was crying…
…I dreamt that all this torment exited my body It was uncanny. It was so surely the truth. yet, I watched myself as if from a parallel earth, orbiting above, but never making contact. Things have gone too far. Habits have gotten too bad. And I’ve dragged way too many to the mouth of myContinue reading “I Dreamt I was crying…”
March 2000
What must I have looked like? What sort of person must have I portrayed to provoke a girl, probably 4 school years younger, to shout “he’s’ one wi’ problem!”? My friends made sure I knew they found it hilarious, which would had caused me far more immediate humiliation if I hadn’t had got other priorities. IContinue reading “March 2000”
Thoughts on ‘Am I becoming more right wing’?
I admit the blog I posted on Friday was a little incoherent. Because I don’t think I explained that it was really just a musing over what appears to be a connection between a retreat from the world and reactionary beliefs, and how I feel that I have seen myself wishing to retreat over theContinue reading “Thoughts on ‘Am I becoming more right wing’?”
Am I becoming more right wing?
…and the shift from a society of aspirational individualism to one of preservationist individualism. Ok, so the title sounds ironic, or even a reference to a Father Ted scene. But it does raise what has been one of my serious concerns over the past year or so: that a series of factors have altered myContinue reading “Am I becoming more right wing?”
I thought it was nostalgia…
…and maybe it is? In Laura Grace Ford’s words (I think?) maybe I am also ‘always yearning for a time that has just eluded us’ as I see images of urban architecture that still existed around the time of the financial crash 15 years ago, but before each subsequent crisis, fracturing and dislocating our graspContinue reading “I thought it was nostalgia…”
Jurassic Park 30 years on: the gates to ‘The End of History’
Of late I’ve more or less accepted that I’m unqualified to write even lazy cultural theory. Much to my frustration, and after realising I was applying for a Phd I couldn’t do, I’ve come to accept that I’ll never get a job in teaching or writing about something that interests me so much. In partContinue reading “Jurassic Park 30 years on: the gates to ‘The End of History’”
1996
I can’t come to terms with the fact it’s 27 years ago. It’s my fault, I guess, for getting stuck in this amber. Although I cannot be held responsible for the formation of the amber itself, I need to accept some responsibility for getting so stuck, and in turn unstuck from the world as itContinue reading “1996”
Meditations on escape
I took these photos over 10 years ago, in inefficient pumps my feet could no longer tolerate – trying, in a repeated fashion, to see how far I could walk it to the horizon on ‘the tops’. Today I’m up there, on the top, walking the very boggy old Yorkshire/Cheshire border, up to ‘Dead EndContinue reading “Meditations on escape”
Out of time/into time
On the first day of trying to make the ascent I didn’t even get out of the car. But there was enough time to stare out the window at the towering blackened slopes of Longdendale. to somehow see my life reflected. A story lyrically chaptered by this ascent – through the leafy foothills, the barrenContinue reading “Out of time/into time”
John B Ledger 