anxiety · depression · diary · handwriting · madness · magic · meditation · mind · sleep · words · writing

magic or madness, 17/August/17

I abandoned myself to the darkness….. I believe one should write something every day, anything, preferably handwritten with a pen, in ink… or a pencil should one prefer…… lead can be a leveller, impressing its words depending on mood, what’s on your mood, dark or light……… the first line here are the first words I… Continue reading magic or madness, 17/August/17

anxiety · death · depression · diary · meditation · mortality · water

washing words, 16/August/17

with the last of the light I could feel the approach of dark, a meeting of minds, one inclined one disinclined, one refined one unrefined, stark as it is to be here between a touch straining pretence from its pores, there are no defences here, just porosity…….. they’re dragging the river with hooks and with… Continue reading washing words, 16/August/17

aging · anxiety · art · buildings · depression · diary · ghosts · history · time

stains of frames, 12/August/17

he could make out the shadow on the wall where something had once hung… a picture?……. a frame of sorts, containing…?…… and inside that our hero found another frame, a faint outline, another stain of a frame…… the one inside rectangular, offset, the stain of a frame framing the framing inside almost square, a hole… Continue reading stains of frames, 12/August/17

Anglesey · culture · depression · diary · Eisteddfod · language · Wales

bloget #2: qu’steddfod, 8/August/17

pre ps…….. I wrote this yesterday after having failed to get to my first ever Eisteddfod so I hope justifiably feeling a tad despondent…….. good news is things have improved thanks to the¬† indomitable stewards in dayglo and their undiminished patience in the face of absurdity and criticism (and who are doing this voluntarily), the… Continue reading bloget #2: qu’steddfod, 8/August/17

anxiety · birds · depression · diary · meditation · silence · time · Ty Newydd · words · writing · yoga

notes from a tiny box, 5/August/17

there’s only me, the last remaining from the ‘party’….. a peculiar feeling when all that’s left is the space so recent filled with words and shape now just move like echoes dying fast……… so often I’m the last of the few but rarely the last of the last… omega man…… surrounded by a come-and-go now… Continue reading notes from a tiny box, 5/August/17

anxiety · death · depression · diary · harvest · meditation · mortality · nature · time

the been, 31/July/17

has it really been that long?…… wow….. it seems only yesterday or at very least the day before…. how time flies, and all that….. if I was a vole I’d be dead by now, or a mayfly, or even a wren…. through natural causes of course…. the ‘cause‘ being I suppose just stopping……. I sometimes… Continue reading the been, 31/July/17

anxiety · death · depression · diary · entropy · meditation · mind · mortality · philosophy · time

tickety bush, 30/July/17

here we go round the tickety bush……. we like to think time is linear and yet are determined to keep it circular, coming up with ever-decreasing ways of trapping it in closed concentric circles……. at least they are concentric, what if they were eccentric…… ah, but some are, months aren’t quite being all different lengths… Continue reading tickety bush, 30/July/17