blank canvas of Pysche

September 27, 2007

What can I see???
A curvaceous, bull-faced wench with a tattooed breast…A glum baby with a frog’s mouth, her countenance dull, almost morose, but what can be expected?? Dressed like a doll, constrained to a pram, wheeled around aisle after aisle of food products wrapped in carefully designed, strategically coloured plastics and foils…This is no place for a fresh, innocent pair of eyes and ears to absorb Life, to begin adding shape and form to the (seemingly at birth) blank canvas of Pysche…Take the prissy mound of delicate, vulnerable flesh to the park. Let it watch the birds playing in the pond, the bees buzzing between the flowers, the dogs barking in demand that a stick be thrown…let it bask in the sunshine, lay it’s hands and feet on the grass, stare into the faces of it’s dwarf brethren…For fucks sake, take that baby somewhere natural, to a place which at least offers a glimpse of the organic realm from whence we, as a species, were borne.

This supermarket is the epitome of Man’s determination to Master, to control, to dissect and convert, the non-human world into Convenience, into a steady flow of electronic fund transfers…It is daytime, there is Light outside, but no windows in here, just glass tubes blasted with electricity in exchange for the release of high wattage photons…What other creatures, of species near our own on the genetic pyramid of existence, spend so much time inside???? Even rabbits who spend vast periods of time scurrying around subterranean highways feel the need to set afoot on the surface more often than the average homo sapien of The West…Sometimes I wish I was a wolf, or better still a fox. I already have the fox’s cunning, it’s furtive supersonic nervous system, it’s fear and distrust for most human beings. And I would love to live in the wilderness, for good or ill…
…writing at work has become a risky routine. Who knows who or what could be sitting in the security room ogling my pensive facial expressions and high speed penmanship as I stand behind this butcher’s counter. I have been warned, reprimanded, told in no uncertain terms, that this is place of work not literary endeavour. But fuck them, and their laws. I am employed, for a few pennies above the minimum legal wage, to serve fish and meat and give sterling customer service. And on those counts, I am untouchable, unchallengeable. Not only are my skills with the blades befitting a man born and reared in a Chinese fish market but my social skills transform these two pitstops of dead, but well presented, former marine and land dwelling creatures, into the social hub of this part of town. That fact, the latter, is recognized by the Suits perched a few haughty steps above me on the Company ladder and my usefulness, commercial value if you will, does afford me a modicum of leeway in regards to my interpretation and implementation of Company policy…However, the mix of my self-confidence and complete disinterest in climbing their ladder, at times, seems to prove abrasive. It is as if they see my unwillingness to conform and show them subservience as an attack on their own horribly flawed internal basement of pride and self respect…Live, let live and try to Learn and Grow. That is all…

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starry eyed

September 27, 2007

The view from the garden here is phenomenal. No clouds, just unfathomable blackness and hundreds of stars, many of which seem to be arranged in very clear patterns. If there is a universal spirit who created the galaxy then he/she/it certainly has a sense of humour. If not, why place a saucepan and a plough in the sky??

Humanity has made some interesting discoveries over the centuries but universally speaking, we understand very little about the wider picture of Existence.
‘It is believed that there are about 100 billion stars in our own galaxy. The known number of galaxies is about one trillion, each of which may have as much stars as our galaxy’…That kind of sentence blows my mind…The meaning and power of it excites me…And with that in mind, when I get paid, I will buy a telescope and start mapping the constellations from my window-sill. That should keep me out of mischief for a while…

There are 100 billion trillion stars in the universe, the vast majority of which we can’t see, sense or measure. There must be Life up there in the darkness. Other forms of Life which look different, think different and act different to everything we know…And rather than fighting each other- creating divisions between not only our own species and Nature, but also between races of our own species – we should be maintaining this planet better, spreading love and peace throughout the World and sending good vibrations into the night sky…Because none of us know What or Who could be receiving our spiritual transmissions up there in the celestial realm…

an expanding halo of light around a distant star, named V838 Monocerotis (V838 Mon).


On April 1, 1995, Hubble snapped this image of pillar-like structures in the Eagle nebula. These eerie, dark pillar-like structures are columns of cool, interstellar hydrogen gas and dust that serve as incubators for new stars…


the heart of an ocelot cub

September 27, 2007

I am a Man of Words,
Of chaotic, unbridled passion,
Of intellectual potency.

I am a Dreamer,
A believer,
An unchangeable idealist…

I am a sufferer,
Of an overabundance of Life,
Of excessive feeling and thinking…

I am Strange,
Not through choice,
But through Nature…

I am a delicate fox in wolves’ clothing,
Sometimes fierce,
But rarely spiteful…

I am Friend to many,
But only lover to one,
And we are apart…

I am a brother of cats,
A cousin of wombats,
A son of seahorses…

I am the roar of a Lion,
The deep growl of a Bear,
The stoned gaze of a koala…

I am a traveler,
A thrill seeker,
An organic video camera which records and reacts to Life…

I am student,
Of this world,
And of the worlds that came before…

I am a wise fool,
An intelligent idiot,
A volatile pacifist…

I am rich in soul,
Rich in lust,
A penniless hobo with the heart of an ocelot cub…


the world is going crazy (aug 9th)

September 27, 2007

The world is going crazy. the flooding here in the UK which put 300,000 people out of power has been cruelly dwarfed, in terms of devastation, by the savage rains which have decimated China, India, Nepal and Bangladesh…22 million people have lost everything they own, their homes, their possessions, their land, their ability to survive without the help of others…many of whom will lose their lives in the coming battle for Existence. Heatwaves have been roasting hundreds of South Europeans, while Buneos Aries has received it’s first Snow Blizzard for 60 years. WHile Nature starts fighting back, humanity is continuing it’s war on itself. Iraq is a bloody mess, Russia are constantly flexing their muscle, Iran looks set for a potentially fatal showdown with the US…Tony Blair has been made Special Envoy to the Middle East, an area where he is personally responsible for causing horrendous hellshowers of death and destruction…The Yankees preach peace through one side of their mouth, then agree to flood the world with weapons with the other…I wish that was the worst of it, but I am merely touching the top of an iceberg of serious, on-going Carnage…Everything seems to be escalating. A race seems to be on. The planet’s natural defences are being felt in their full destructive power by the most vulnerable, while our species continues to bring us closer to the brink of Armageddon by spreading more WAR…and smack in the middle of all this chaos is me, trying hard to avoid my mind while I follow the drive of my heart.


notes on riding…

September 27, 2007

A man’s transport is an extension of his character, a special set of clothes that the world sees him wearing as he moves at speed from place to place. Riders are a different breed to drivers. Of course there are the usual crop of posers and lightweights who refuse to take their machines into battle without gloves, sunny weather and two fully functioning brakes. But within the riders group as a whole, there is a faction to which I belong. Those who ride not to escape nor to enhance or carefully mould their image, but to feel more alive than when on two feet. These fuckers care little for presentation, they are after only The Edge. An area where vitality shoots up off the scale and all the bullshit superficialities of day to day boredom are forgotten and all that is left is The Ride and Your Self… the most vital thoughts and feelings become vibrant and clear. For me this Edge appears after I hit 80mph. The faster I move after 80, the more the mist clears inside me, up until a point at around 120ish when Adrenalin starts to flood my body with the ‘slow down, psycho OR keep going, you mad bastard, I am loving this’ routine


Cagliari v Juventus 2-3

September 3, 2007

Seeing what Napoli did to Udinese today gives an idea to the kind of form Cagliari are currently experiencing. Sometimes these smaller teams, get a purple patch where all systems are Go, the team is giving more in total than the sum of it’s parts. In fact, it is vital for the lesser outfits, of which Cagliari is surely one, gets these purple patches of form if they are to survive and/or prosper in the top flight. Obviously, they are firing on all cylinders right now and would have won this game were it not for some woeful finishing and the class and magick of Santo Buffon.

Despite this Super Cagliari, we were very poor. Ranieri cannot be happy with the performances of most of the team. Other than Buffon, Andrade, Chiellini and Camo, the rest of the Juve players seemed to be lacking guile and spirit.

Criscito needs time to form a solid partnership with Andrade, but they could be rocks for us at the back. Chiellini continues to impress me more with every minute he is on the field and his never say die attitude reminds me of the endeavour and will to win of Vialli and Ravanelli. Every team needs a huge youngster, capable of making important challenges and fighting tooth and claw for every ball, in their ranks… The right back position must be sorted out soon and Zebina must be shot. He got caught out of position too many times and his reaction to being sent off was appalling.

Our midfield play, prior to the arrival of Camo, was painfully laboured and predictable. Almiron may well prove to be useful in the long run, but if he is to play alongside the workhorse Zanetti then the forwards and wingers will continue to be starved of decent service from the middle of the park. Maybe Ranieri wanted to give Tiago some time out there but with the vicious, tense nature of the game, he opted to keep Tough in midfield and stick with the dogs of war…Nedved was redundant for most of the game, not sure if he was just showing his age or was well marked by more spritely legs. Sali on the right side was useless, and let’s hope he can perform better as our right back, because Camo deserves that position on the wing. he showed today that by coming on half fit and having a hand in all three of our goals. He is growing on me as a footballer despite my anger at several of the comments he has made over the last few years. His delivery of the ball is the best we currently have available and I am sure Trezeguet will be hoping more than anyone that the Argie/Italian regains full fitness and his berth on the right flank as soon as possible.

Up front we were lacking energy and movement. Del Piero still has the skill, but he seemed to be several yards of the pace of every other player on the pitch today. Maybe he just needs time to regain match fitness??? Trezegol got his goal yes, but otherwise was a ghost. I can’t blame him for that, because as a target man constantly running through the middle he needs the ball put into the right areas and today that just didn’t happen, at least not until Camo turned up.

I didn’t understand Ranieri’s decision to haul off Criscito for Legro…The Camo swap for Sali was required and actually turned the game in our favour. Just a shame that Nocerino didn’t arrive on the scene earlier. I would like to see him start alongside Almiron…

Ultimately, however badly we played, we won the game and picked up 3 points away from home against a team who were ALL fired up and gunning for glory. Three games, three victories. can’t complain about that kinda start to the season, but neither can we get too carried away.

Man of the Match for me has to be Chiellini. he has technique, passion, and the volatility of a tiger shark.