The Velveteen Rabbit and Beatrix Potter
11 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
“Real isn’t how you are made. It is the things that happen to you.” The Velveteen Rabbit.
http://www.vam.ac.uk/collections/prints_books/features/potter/books/tale-tale/
The above link will take you the current exhibition in the V & A until 2011!!
In London, where your life is an experience of unjoin the dots.
01 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
| London a place where people and life simply don’t join up – its not a place where you, your life, your connections, what represents you, join the dots neatly and you can feel lost under the chaos of your surroundings even when you are just a stones throw away from your room, the place you know, that keeps you safe within a walled simultaneous existence. Life in the streets that are alive with commotion, cars swerving and i guess modern life, only a thousand times stronger, like a dark rich cup of coffee, hypnotic, hysteria, manic and crazy- even with your home in sight you become a different being within a different scene, a different backdrop and a new character, new ideas inside a new world. The intensity of drama and the colours ensue before your eyes and jagged images are before you and there is no central point because there is simply no peace. No calm, no quiet, unless you take the backstreet. But after nightfall, the backstreet’s take their own tone. London’s old winding romantic streets of cobbled stones and brick walls, look closed in and unenticing. I wont walk down into the darkness not even to escape the kaleidoscopic of life falling before my eyes. No dizzying breath or marbled vision would encourage my little feet to wander down such a misery and a mystery. London then it seems is at once a terrific sigh of relief, of quietude of haze of hidden depth; and also a tumultuous fire work of craze and noise and ignorance and money. And yet you wonder what is the allure of this heart beat; this infatuation; the life in a small space but with so much squashed inside? What is the draw for all the trains full of people, delivering to this place of activity of crazy crazy sights, of weirdos and nutters , where I am sure, London itself is a symptom of their ways. It gets into your head, the allure, covered in glitter and appearing like a dream, into your dreams, like into a net, you are caught and the holes are so small you cannot get out. If you find a scissors perhaps then you can escape, but then you might wonder what you have left behind in the quietude of another town, a little bit of magnitude travels with you, in your minds eye. A little unjoined dot is the life we live when London is where we lay this life’s artificial scene |
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01 Oct 2010 1 Comment
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red onions on new years eve day, wondering what will become of today
31 Dec 2009 Leave a Comment
A fickle little tickle and we all come together; whether to be merry or simply fill you belly full of left over Christmas sherry, together we will be in a time of uncertainty, stop to collect abd find our clarity.
rambling amongst the brambles in white wales
31 Dec 2009 Leave a Comment
I like to think and write I do; a love for life and all things new; quietly appreciating the unfolding of time and listening (amid the chaos) to the stillness of this rhyme. Like sprouts, the fingers jingle; it’s funny: watch the imagination jump and run away with time. So, creativity was here and stopped a while; captured in this short story, halt! The infrequent dong became: a non-sensical chime.
