Archive for January, 2005
I inhabit a permanent state of suspense, surrounded by unsettled dust. That’s why I don’t feel strong enough for you. Just want to be me again.
Papoose. Poubelle. Aurora. Flux.
Someone’s watching you.
From Saturday’s Guardian:
August Strindberg, Swedish playwright: “Write the misery out of your life and it will seem like it never existed.”
He was living in Austria when he heard of the success of his ‘Creditors’ in Paris:
“It is happiness to sit in a cottage by the Danube and to know that 500 people are siting dead quiet in an auditorium…
“Many will go away with my spores in their grey matter; they will go home pregnant with the seed of my soul, and they will breed my brood.”
Can’t expect my writing to ever achieve that, but if I could ever write from the heart… it wouldn’t be here.
Fireball. If I threw in all my feelings, all my worries, all my nightmares and my greatest hopes – what would survive? Things made of rock. Things forever.
Slightly obsessed with the name Aurora.
Some beautiful ones here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/space/myspace/yourgallery/aurorae.shtml.
I really am.
Melvyn Bragg this morning tackled the mind/body problem on In Our Time.
Just one aspect: epiphenomenalism.
Do we control our body? Do we control our thought? Are even our conscious psychological actions predetermined by biological impulses in our mind?
Are our thoughts just the ‘engine hum’ from the machine of our body?
Quite a lot to take in when you’ve just woken up, but there’s an introduction.
Big Issue Ground does pretty well for further explanation.
If anyone knows what’s going on with my mind and body, can they please let me know?
“It’s 9:58 in the Big Brother house and Caprice is giving Bez a massage.”
17′ female green anaconda in the Amazon.
I was never scared of the dark as a child. Dad told me that if you were running away from someone, the darkness would help you hide.
Darkness does not feel cold and unknown to me, but vast and comforting. Warm and enveloping; a complicated state of feeling and exploring. I get lost in it.