what’s on your mind? I asked. After some thought It’s just… What is it I asked putting my hand on his shoulder… It’s just…When is the end? Not yet I explained and I don’t know when but not now. We talked about wheelchairs and stairlifts and all the other (in)conveniences that were better than the …
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The view, tiny fingers, silhouette twigs,
Love you He didn’t say Which made no sense When he knew he might But such risks jeopardise meaning So better knots in the belly They last longer Innards of time
yet to come (to Melee)
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 …
You are right
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 …
for Ben
Jesus of Immingham
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, …
absentials
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 …
midnight passed
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
hearing
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 …