UP FROM THE DOWNS:
There’s a drumming on the roof in the dark, a rhythmic hissing from the black-top beyond the trees, the morning kiss of an Autumn chill as a dispassionate clock dishes the 6:00am alarm. Check my bones, my skin, my head, listen for breathing next to me…silence. Was it a row?, a call to nurse the sick?, an early rise for an overdue promise?, are we still speaking? I feel around for all my parts, state of mind, health & find that nagging cold still knocking on the back door to be let in, full blown bedridden, but I have no time for the luxury of illness. The dark & cold hold the seed of a thrill so I grab it & ride it’s energy like a parasite all the way to the Emerald City, fortified on throat coat & honey, fresh bees fed on Thyme from the other side of the sun, slip a couple of Red & Greens onto the tongue & surf them down the hole on the sting of cold water. Brixton, it’s been a long time. The buzz of legend memory, nights in public, full illumination & the dark trawling skull-dug of a dogboy on the hunt. Brixton in daylight feels wrong & suits my mood. I want to walk in the sun, soak up the light & store it for Winter. My first exhibition of the day is on the pages of Time Out – a small portable paper gallery. The first art of the day is rendered in ink, ‘gallery’ is just a state of mind as I jump the kick drum & ride.
(K)
Gave up teaching guitar in schools today after 10 years, got home to see my Underworld tickets for Bristol on the mat…this day is just getting better
Love this one
and the video with John Cage painting around stones saved my veekend!
Ha..ha… have I told you about my car accident on new years day 1990? It made me see things in a new light when I woke up a day later.
My father died without paying (he left only debts and a nice name) but he had his own accident just before he passed of cancer. He was indeed a heartless devil 🙂
During this weekend I discovered this one:
Now I remember why I stopped watching TV, especially MTV in 1993-94.
Imagining knowledge shared slides along as living energy, silent in my back garden with rippling sunlight traveling flashes flow bringing back shadow, clicked camera , soaked up a little light, caught lovely, reminds me of you, stored in a photo, snapped it yesterday, just moments after I learned a new word, *Synesthesia. May it find you on a winters day like good curry. Feel your best please 🙂 *
x (I)