Wednesday, April 08, 2009

watching the news tonight, i am sorry to say that my country seems to be run mostly by idiots.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

I went to a gabba night on friday. I have now re-calibrated my mind. I no longer believe in space and time as linear concepts.*

Tomorrow I am off to Glasgow in search of art nouveau, flowers and symmetricality. This time, I will remember to take photos.

I am looking at photos of women at war. She warriors and mothers, their eyes are brick walls, rifles slung across their shoulders, mouths curved as proudly as the steel barrel of a gun. They give life and they take it away - the paradox of the female soldier.

I will post photos from Glasgow - if I don't forget to take any, which happens more often than you would think.

*(I am exagerating a little for effect;)

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

we knock back glass after glass; we run out of glasses annd start drinking from jars. My friend plays me his one song - Thunder Road by Bruce Springsteen. I play him mine, Rock n Roll Suicide by Bowie - his voice calls out to me from 1972, "You're not alone", and I believe him