Collecting wild foods draws us into a landscape from which we map the foods we eat. Food pornography generally indexes its lustful or gluttonous representation. For me, it refers more precisely to psilocybin mushrooms. Scouring the fields surrounding my mother’s village in Wales in the late 1970s, I carried with me an already-tattered first edition …
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It’s a pretty rotten little apple I catch I eat it right down to the core where the flesh is softer where the fresh is flesher And there with the fresh flesh I flesh out this idea that somehow and somewhere you’re not alive at all and you’re not dead either you can’t really die …
So where do I start with something that’s perhaps already too late. I remember sitting talking with Ben Graves probably a month ago now if not more. He told me how in China the virus was being presented as the enemy. China and its people were at war. I took that as some sort of …
Andrews Church, Immingham. To you, I don’t know your name. I’m sure I could find out, you were doing the flower arrangement for the church on the occasion of the 400th anniversary of the departure of Immingham’s Mayflower passengers, thier Founding Fathers. It is Friday, 29 November 2019 and I’ve travelled down with Steve Pool, …
I was listening to a recent Zizek audio and came accross a new term which caught my attention: absentialHere is the audio where Zizek introduces it, the relevant section starts at 48.42 and runs for about 4 minutes. The originator of the term is a Darwinian biologist – Terence Deacon: Incomplete Nature (2013). Zizek calls him an: idealist …
My darling Jack Bodhisattva Will save the world Cannot be free Till all creatures are free Bringing everyone with you This is the delivery Why the shooter Why do we love the murderer When we have no choice We have no choice Realisation is the start and our own conviction
I’m in another room where You can’t hear me if you could then I wouldn’t be here I’d be there with You I might have been telling You about me My life and its end as it is it is yours so I’m in a room where You can’t hear me but when I come …
I saw you this day, man with a ponytail and beard, whose face I should have recognised, talking in a language I’m learning. I thought suddenly automatic your words, apprentice automaton that I am. My eyes like a breeze and you blink, slow down and glance beside me. Briefly, the air settled, my mind your …
You aim for the highest ideal. But that becomes defacto your judge. So you decide you don’t want to be judged. That you don’t head for the highest ideal. This has repercussions through entropy and foolishness that will lead to suffering.
