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Skull Collection – number 1
The first skull in my Skull Collection was a housewarming gift, left by an unidentified previous occupant, who in a pique of randomly directed maliciousness thought to curse me. Perhaps it was directed at the landlady – a plausible enough explanation, but I chose at the time to see it as my own personal gift-curse. A bit like having three wishes to bestow, except it wasn’t, it was a single dead-eyed curse.
I was an undergraduate in Northampton in the late 1980s at the time, and I had just moved out of shared accommodation into a self-contained bedsit…read more…
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More of my exciting pickings from the internet…
A series of photographs by Chris Clarke of
“a mysterious town on the edge of town that turns out not to be a town at all.”
I found this a while ago on the internet and want to share it in my picking from the internet file
Below is an example of what this cosmic programme can do:
“We live, we self-actualize, we are reborn.
We exist as meridians. This life is nothing short of a maturing lightning bolt of pranic understanding.
We must learn how to lead unrestricted lives in the face of pain.
Through affirmations, our brains are enveloped in being. Acupuncture may be the solution to what’s holding you back from a colossal oasis of inspiration. As you vibrate, you will enter into infinite balance that transcends understanding…more…“
In recent years I have designated my birthday and the days either side of it as my birthday-tide. A merging of several distinct days into one celebratory time outside time.
I have become able to break down my birthday-tide into the following distinct feast days.
– My actual birth date, which I generally spend privately with whatever family I have available.
The time is spent eating, picnicking, getting gifts, it’s summer so its usually out somewhere country-ish.
– Another day is spent on my Personal birthday. A day I set aside to do whatever I want. I’ll invite friends if I think they’d be interested in my plan. Or not if I don’t want.
I see this as my annual day of reckoning, Beckett’s Krapp’s Last Tape, but without the audio-jiggery-pokery and with the possibility of a party thrown in. One year I did a day trip to Margate, another I visited The Triangular Lodge in Northamptonshire. One year I climbed a hilltop to Julian’s Bower Labyrinth, spectacularly overlooking the confluence of the Trent and the Humber.
– Finally there is Lammas Eve, which always falls after or between the other two days of birthday-tide. In this way my life cycle is tied into the yearly cycle of the eight-fold wheel of the Year, and maintains continuity and movement. The chance to return back, if not to the beginning, then at least to the familiar, the same however slightly changed.
Then, of course then there is my facebook birthday. Which is another tale entirely and only came about because I stupidly typed 6666 when fb asked for my date of birth.