Monthly Archives: April 2013

Coming Soon

Forthcoming is a genuine attempt at a philosophical piece. A conversation last night spun wildly out of control. Where it started I’m not sure but it led to concepts of natural law, agency, potential actors, rational self interest, notions of rights, life, the universe and everything. In this I thought to find a way to consolidate the theme of my two blogs by establishing what perhaps could be a novel perception of the world. Without attaching myself to a marketable and therefore crude niche, a theme was hard to come by. I am not one thing, as such, and neither are you.

It surprises me when someone exclaims anything so certain as, “I am a conservative,” or, “I am a liberal.” To apply oneself to a stock ideology and be contained by it is ill considered, and more likely a conscious enforcement of environmental values. Loosely speaking, Tories create Tories, Liberals create Liberals and they tribally operate in relation to each other and within themselves. Defections aren’t uncommon, but all too often they are merely from one echo chamber to the other. This kind of ideological warring is a blight.

Perhaps too ambitiously I would like to try and establish a baseline from which a rationalist ideology can be extracted. The baseline will essentially be a reductive construction of our reality. What are the bare facts of existence and how are these applied to the human condition? Should we seek to operate within those terms, or in a sense transcend evolutionary imperatives to be more than what I feel this analyses will show us to be? Is it fact necessary to do the latter without limiting ourselves to lesser behaviours and moralities?

I hope it will be controversial. Coming soon to this half of the project.



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Playing With Space – Poetry

The Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge

Read in the manner of Tim Key. Who is actually a poet, technically speaking, and writes real poetry that complies with poetic meters and so on so forth.

Poetry… is usually rubbish.

It makes me feel… like another person is trying to thrust subjective meaning onto my own thoughts.

Based on their usually limited and effete… sensibilities.

It is… really annoying.

However… it can also be crap when poets try to be overly artistic in a linguistic sense.

Like the… minimalist use of repetitive scatology to create a dumb sense of inner conflict.

Or… something.

I really wish… poetry was better.

For example I really like Allen Ginsberg.

I suspect that makes me heavily contrived but… I just don’t care.

Howl… was a good poem. It made me…

Think… and it had themes.

Not stupid themes… like dew on a spring rose reflecting the colour of my soul.

But meaty themes, like angry, ruined drug addict intellectuals… despairing over the age.

I also happen to like William Blake… he actually rhymes sometimes.

Tiger tiger burning bright in the forests of the night… yeh.

I also really fail to… understand.

Why some poets feel the need.

To… start a line all the way over here… it looks really messy.

What is the… purpose of playing with spaces on the page?

Seriously… I don’t understand and it annoys me.

So as I rapidly exhaust… the names of poets I could recite even a few lines of.

And… grow weary of this exercise in mockery.

I ponder… after wondering if lovers of poetry are laying hate in heaps upon me now.

Is this poetry too?


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The Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge

This week’s challenge is dead simple. Throw up an iconic image, and discuss or write about it. What is or isn’t iconic is another subjective matter, one person’s notion meaning potentially little to me and mine little to them. We all live in different worlds with different influences, but I like to think some things transcend our personal spheres.


Enough said? Not quite. This is an image of a man who defined for me pure artistic freedom. Jimi Hendrix’s music has appealed to me from the moment I heard it, due in part to my own musical pursuits, but much more still. Here we see him smiling the simple innocent smile of a fundamentally joyous being, in his element. This feeling translated into his music and was shared. Listening to Hendrix still gives me an energy unlike anything else.

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