http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7768021.stm
I was reading this article by Clive James where he talks about creative spaces and mentions the Eamonn McCabe's Writers' Rooms exhibition where, funnily enough, he has photographed the 'creative spaces' of writers. I don't feel like I confine myself to anyone space, but when or wherever I work, I dominate. I take over the space and it VERY quickly becomes a nucleur wasteland. A dirty bomb hits and my crap scatters about in rooms and rooms of rubbish. But it's all essential, I lead myself to believe, integral for me to come up with the perfect... whatever it is I'm doing, I have to have my piles of crap, where amazingly I seem to know where whatever it is I need is. I can't work with things packed away or neatly kept in boxes, I want the sprawling mess, so when I suddenly change my idea I can grab something else (whether I'm being arty - and it'll be random objects or writery, and I'll want a picture or books or whatever... ) but I operate in chaos and I'm not ashamed of it!
Sunday 7 December 2008
Saturday 6 December 2008
Mutter1
I want fish fingers and baked beans in a soft white roll.
I want to feel the sauce splat out and dribble down my chin,
down my clothes that I just put on; clean.
I'm listening to Dolly Parton.
I'm listening to myself,
"That's all I'll ever need..."
I had a shower today,
but I didn't wash up the saucepan.
The ketchup curdled.
And I'm thinking,
I can't believe Vic got married today.
I want to feel the sauce splat out and dribble down my chin,
down my clothes that I just put on; clean.
I'm listening to Dolly Parton.
I'm listening to myself,
"That's all I'll ever need..."
I had a shower today,
but I didn't wash up the saucepan.
The ketchup curdled.
And I'm thinking,
I can't believe Vic got married today.
Another day...
So, it's another day gone. I think I should start a new blog called 100 Reasons to be Miserable (another good excuse to be dead). Not really doing anything makes me lose all focus, I can't centre on anything and I can't keep my attention on anything, so I feel completely unproductive...
Possibly because you are arsehole.
Yeah, but, at least I do have a job, I just have to wait for the paperwork, so it shouldn't be too long - after Christmas I'll be doing some graft...
What? Where you don't even get paid for the first four months, gee that will seem worth it. Not only that, if you even manage to stay engaged with it you'll probably be too tired to do any work that you enjoy or want to do, so again, you'll be unproductive. What a waste of time.
Fuck Off.
You have an excuse for everything, you can't just swear at me and hope I'll go away. I'm not a pathetic man. I'm not.
You're not, you're a bastard, leave me alone. I can do nothing if I want. I can do whatever I want.
Be the dole-monkey you deserve to be. Get up at 4 in the afternoon and then stay up into the early hours of the morning doing nothing at all, go to bed, wake up, go back to sleep. Eat in bed. Live in bed. die.
Possibly because you are arsehole.
Yeah, but, at least I do have a job, I just have to wait for the paperwork, so it shouldn't be too long - after Christmas I'll be doing some graft...
What? Where you don't even get paid for the first four months, gee that will seem worth it. Not only that, if you even manage to stay engaged with it you'll probably be too tired to do any work that you enjoy or want to do, so again, you'll be unproductive. What a waste of time.
Fuck Off.
You have an excuse for everything, you can't just swear at me and hope I'll go away. I'm not a pathetic man. I'm not.
You're not, you're a bastard, leave me alone. I can do nothing if I want. I can do whatever I want.
Be the dole-monkey you deserve to be. Get up at 4 in the afternoon and then stay up into the early hours of the morning doing nothing at all, go to bed, wake up, go back to sleep. Eat in bed. Live in bed. die.
Sunday 30 November 2008
November
So, it's November... just
Two weeks ago I moved to France and promptly lost my mobile. That's not ominous at all? Goodbye everyone; will I ever see civilisation again? Not saying that France isn't civilisation, just in some ways it does feel like the third world (okay, maybe that's a bit too far) but right, middle of nowhere, rural France, everyone drives a tractor, every village has it's bike (and a fair share of inbreds - bit like the Larkman) and I'm here. I thought I'd have a lot of time on my hands, but even not working I seem to have a million things I should be doing that don't involve things I want to be getting on with. I have, however, found myself a job - je suis un immoblier international. That's international estate agent. For however long that will last - I don't even get paid for the first 6 months. Luckily Seb will be doing a bit to feed my habits.
Also I have my Sirius (beautiful dog) and he had his Birthday on Friday (I can't believe he's 5!) I baked him a birthday cake (suitable for human pets as well as dogs) and he yummed it down.
Is it ok to give dogs raisins? I have a cookbook for your dog and it has raisins in recipies, but the list in the back of the book says NO! to raisins, so is it just a limit - they shouldn't have more than a few, or are they American plebs who wrote it and can't even keep a vain of continuity in the cookbook by going back on what they've said?!? Argh! Stupid people frustrate me, let me just hold onto that tether of pretentiousness and I can continue being obnoxious..... arghhhhh, yes, obnoxiousness.... tastes beautiful and renews me with fresh energy - Steam on!
Two weeks ago I moved to France and promptly lost my mobile. That's not ominous at all? Goodbye everyone; will I ever see civilisation again? Not saying that France isn't civilisation, just in some ways it does feel like the third world (okay, maybe that's a bit too far) but right, middle of nowhere, rural France, everyone drives a tractor, every village has it's bike (and a fair share of inbreds - bit like the Larkman) and I'm here. I thought I'd have a lot of time on my hands, but even not working I seem to have a million things I should be doing that don't involve things I want to be getting on with. I have, however, found myself a job - je suis un immoblier international. That's international estate agent. For however long that will last - I don't even get paid for the first 6 months. Luckily Seb will be doing a bit to feed my habits.
Also I have my Sirius (beautiful dog) and he had his Birthday on Friday (I can't believe he's 5!) I baked him a birthday cake (suitable for human pets as well as dogs) and he yummed it down.
Is it ok to give dogs raisins? I have a cookbook for your dog and it has raisins in recipies, but the list in the back of the book says NO! to raisins, so is it just a limit - they shouldn't have more than a few, or are they American plebs who wrote it and can't even keep a vain of continuity in the cookbook by going back on what they've said?!? Argh! Stupid people frustrate me, let me just hold onto that tether of pretentiousness and I can continue being obnoxious..... arghhhhh, yes, obnoxiousness.... tastes beautiful and renews me with fresh energy - Steam on!
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