When I was running in the early 80s, a kind of cold focus would come over me. The centre of the thing was that you were on your own. Perhaps when you started out you didn’t feel particularly well; or–more often–your life was chaotic & unproductive; or–most often–you were angry with yourself & everyone else. [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘lost & found’
November 18, 2009
perdidos e achados
Granite boulders, Sintra, Portugal.
Walking past a car, Sintra.
Specialist roofer, Quinta da Regaleira.
Detail of protection system using a fixed line & descenders.
Rooftop doll, Bica, Lisbon.
Lost & found, Lisbon Portela Airport.
October 9, 2009
mr toad he bad
A week or two ago, BBC 24 Hour non-News had a Saturday entertainment segment on drag racing. Oh god, the thrill that went through me. I know it’s the wrong time for this. I know all this is over. I do know that. But before I die I want to sit in one of those [...]
September 17, 2009
sf retrospective
Stan Robinson’s spectacular at New Scientist is a mini-magazine of the 1980s, including a polemic by Stan himself, reviews & futurological speculations by everyone from Ian Watson to Gwyneth Jones, & flash fiction by many of the core authors of Brit SF. There’s even a review of Margaret Atwood. Very satisfying, although I could have [...]
September 7, 2009
reaching the dream
Reversing her mother’s trajectory, Roxy Freeman exchanged the gypsy life for a flat in Brighton, where
I can’t see or feel the change from one season to the next, I crave greenery, and I constantly wrestle with the emotion of feeling trapped. I spend half my life opening doors and windows, trying to get rid of [...]
August 18, 2009
a single stupid phrase
From a blog conversation last year:
I get [writer's] block but I don’t mind because I figure it’s nature’s way of telling me I’m doing something wrong. Therefore I don’t call it that, either. I’m not going to learn anything by using a cliche to describe an important event in my own experience. Rather than call [...]
July 21, 2009
lunar clandestino
Paul McAuley has this. Looking at it I realised that I’m no longer interested in a world in which a WW2 bomber hasn’t been found on the Moon.
July 1, 2009
my 3-d constitutional
A hot sunny afternoon. Polished trade routes at the very bottom end of the grades, perfect for absolute beginners & old men who have made it back to being beginners again. If you squeeze through that flake crack up on the right, you come out in a dry vegetated corner of reality a million miles [...]
June 23, 2009
a loving relationship
A loving relationship with Time for Tea Original, Millstone Edge, around 1989. I seem to have had a few more muscles then, also a nice line in little black sweaters.
This was supposed to be a photo session for the back jacket of Climbers. Andy Pollitt held the rope. Ron Fawcett took the pictures. I had [...]
