Category Archives: The Final Days of Marvin Gaye

America

Posted on January 13, 2011 by

It has its critics, but I was once waiting for a train at Baltimore at 9.30 in the morning and the station controller was playing Love TKO by Teddy Pendergass over the Tannoy. No country where that can happen can … Continue reading →

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My drawing

Posted on August 27, 2010 by

I did this today to for an inside page of the work in progress. You can be rude cos it’s not supposed to be all that good.

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Extract

Posted on July 23, 2010 by

On the end wall as you walked in there was a huge rectangular abstract painting that dripped thick with red, white and green pigment and which had pieces of bark and other salvaged timber as well as metal piping and … Continue reading →

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First published 1981

Posted on July 9, 2010 by

I’ve just been doing my morning zap around my sites, friend’s blogs, twitter feeds, e-mails, Amazon rankings, etc. And then my eyes alighted on my old copy of Simulacra and Simulation by Jean Baudrillard. Para two: Today abstraction is no … Continue reading →

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I am quite dull at the moment*

Posted on July 1, 2010 by

The most interesting thing that has been happening is that I’ve been using T’s computer which has a sleek keyboard with keys that only need depressing about 1mm to make them work. When I get back to my own normal … Continue reading →

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The miracle of seeds

Posted on June 26, 2010 by

Here they are and two weeks ago they were only this. Amazing.

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Something very exciting has happened

Posted on June 25, 2010 by

T came up to the office about two weeks ago and asked what were these runner bean seeds still doing here. I looked at them. They were quite dusty. ‘I’m germinating them until you to do genius things with compost,’ … Continue reading →

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Our rooftops

Posted on June 16, 2010 by

I just looked out of the small side window and saw this. It’s half-ten and still light in the east, I wonder what time it will go dark at Land’s End. I love those chimney pots, whatever time of year … Continue reading →

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Baltimore

Posted on June 15, 2010 by

By seven degrees of seperations I got to this song today, one of my favourites. Spookily, it includes the line : People Hide Their Faces, And they Hide Their Eyes…

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Little moments to cherish

Posted on May 27, 2010 by

Or as TS Eliot had it: these fragments I will shore against my ruins. I was just thinking about this time a year or so back when I mentioned to these mates from Stoke about how I’d done this reading … Continue reading →

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