Category Archives: Writing

I can’t fling last night’s dreaming into the Sleep Dustbin of the all the funny things your brain can do. The non-linear nature of memory has reminded of me that I have only ever experienced dreams similar to last night’s a few times in my life. Last night felt like the past speaking to meContinue reading “Sometimes I Need My Ghosts”

This coming May Radiohead’s 3rd studio album Ok Computer turns 20. I’ll begin bluntly: its either the greatest record to come into my life, or the most important. If a certain cluster of Pink Floyd albums are normally seen within a similar light, aided by their shared university-town beginnings, then it is with OK Computer’sContinue reading “OK Computer at 20 VS the World in 2017”

I’ll begin as humbly as I can. I’m a anxious character, who hasn’t quite yet figured out how to deal with criticism from others and the shame that often follows. This makes me uncomfortable paying respects to a writer who has inspired me as much as any other, aware of the gaping discrepancies in myContinue reading “Mark Fisher – much more than a favourite writer”

I’ve finally finished reading JD Taylor’s brick of a book ‘Island Story: Journeys Through Unfamiliar Britain’ published by Repeater Books. Admittedly I missed most of the section on Scotland, due to a large pen leak defacing most of the section – but there again, being a visual artist, who carries everything he needs even whenContinue reading “JD Taylor – Island Story: Journeys Through Unfamiliar Britain”

Lost for words …not strictly, but they are wrapped up in a thick cloud of confusion and contradiction. But I’m putting out there EXACTLY how I’m feeling in the wake of last week’s referendum vote. Is this the nervous breakdown of a country? It’s becoming an unavoidable truth that what I’ve seen happening over theContinue reading “England’s Nervous Breakdown”

Actions from another time If the so-called ‘age of austerity’ had begun by this point, I was only just able to taste it on my tongue. A claustrophobia (or an intensified version of what came previous) specific to this age ensued. And I hope I’ve already stressed on this blog how it feels that theContinue reading “Not For a Long Long Time”

“For there are brighter sides to life, and I should know because I’ve seen them, but not very often” (Still Ill, The Smiths) I wish the diagrams of carbon footprints and three-planets-consumption-rates would give up traveling through my mind in the form of guilt-trips right now, as I’ve only ever flown one other time inContinue reading “This Land”

The tipping point, on the weekly circuit of emotions. The gate has well and truly closed on the open field of youth. The gates into rites-of-passage-adulthood (property ownership -household, marriage? – as a substitute to the foreclosed horizons of a world beyond work/consume/die) neither entice me or let me in. Every time I look throughContinue reading “Friday’s Anguish”

“I realise a miracle is due. I dedicate this melody to you. But is this the stuff dreams are made of. If this is the stuff dreams are made of. No wonder it feels like I’m floating on air. Everywhere, it feels like I’m everywhere.” – Second Skin, The Chameleons I always return to The scene within a short spaceContinue reading “Something So Vital always Feels out of Reach.”