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Oh for the wings
Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Well if that's me holiday I've had it - a few days at the coast which were like bags of 10 pence mix ups only with lots of sweets you didn't like lurking among the sherbert shrimps. The sea is always the sea and that's so brilliant that almost nothing else matters. Loftus was stunning - the path down to the beach is now so fallen away that you have to stride purposefully past those council signs which tell you you're going to die and it's not their fault but written in such complex english you're more likely to die trying to understand the notice. You can still stagger down almost to the beach if you are not too inebriated or off yer heed. Tide really high, waves huge - seagulls finding the bit where the waves swell, sitting there as long as they dare before the surf breaks, then flying off in great swathes before coming down again. You know they are having the greatest time possible and you are filled with envy for that flying ability, that easy movement between the elements. It was so wonderful, scary and magnificent, I was actually laughing my head off just watching, getting soaked by the spray, wishing I was a bird. After that it was pretty much downhill. I'll never learn to pick the right holiday companion. It's a kind of death wish. There should be a big council warning notice on all the blokes I know - not that I'd read it tho, would I? No of course not. Won't be told.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Blimey, wassit all about? Have just had the weirdest week at my mother's house, trying to restore some sense of order whilst she was in London supposedly having an eye op but actually just sitting about in her nightie cos when she got there they discovered they were fresh out of corneas. Sent her home the next day. She's tough and quite enjoyed the outing - but she hasn't got time to waste, and her sight is practically gone. She would never complain as she believes doctors are gods. I want to kill them with my bare hands for puttingher through this and for the fact that she will miss another summer in her garden. Meanwhile me and my barmy bro (see previous posts) cleaned the crumbling mansion - for the first time in several months. Mingin. But a lot of wild life including this little spider duo - I can't remember what they are called tho my bro knows as he is surveying the spiders of Leicestershire at the mo - when not pissed or pilled up - but just look at them. A long leggety one has wrapped up an enormous house spider and is eating it! Isn't nature wonderful? This little snack lasted a coupla days. It's hard cleaning with a naturalist - nothing is allowed to die. No! Not the silver fish! They've been on the planet for millions of years! Best thing was a grasssnake in the garden - about a foot long, with a perfectly shaped head made of molten gold. Only the barmy bro knows where the creatures live. You have to love him for these moments.
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Boxed in
Thursday, August 04, 2005

News is terrible, grim and depressing - the feeling that as humans we fail to make any progress - and I hate to say it guys, but it's mainly down to youse. Fed up of the way you go about things - the violence does my head in. The two stark and awful images (among many) - the Liverpool boy who was murdered, then the two blokes being taken into custody. That shiny faced hopeful boy - those shambling lads with blankets over their heads. I also see their mums somewhere in the background - which mother would you least like to be? So many lives completely f***ed up. Maybe it's really hard to be a bloke, combine masculinity and tenderness and compassion (in a Buddhist sense)? What do I know, after all? Think about my lovely nephews and how inconceivable it is that they could do this kind of damage.
So am turning to art. There's a brilliant exhibition at the Baltic - it's called Kienholz and is the work of two American artists who made sculptures/environments/installations out of reclaimed stuff. Their work is political and expresses a view about the above - it's anti-war, anti-violence. Just go, man. You'll love it. The piece called Hoerensgracht which is a lifesized version of Amsterdam street of ladeez of the night - showing them relaxing, smoking a fag, reading True Romance in between tricks - each of them with a boxed in head. It's a feminine rather than a feminist statement - or maybe it's both. The personal prison as well as the political. But then there is a part of me (my history, my experience) which thinks that in that box, where they can't get you, that's where the creativity happens.
My fingers are itching to make something - look out Barbies, you may be asked to donate your bodies to art. Words are not always enough.
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