Week 173, Stalled human 3

Super spintasm

Don't look at computer screens for longer than a minute

And under no circumstances scroll down or up

Read a book instead

Reading

About the stalling of human endeavour

And the birth of a new ignorance

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Week 172, Stalled human 2

Urgh what is this 2am monster that visits

Nystagmus, eyes ping-pong left to right rapidly

Urgh

Stop

Stop

Stop

It eventually stops; for the moment

Ice water veined

Fall off the loo

Now this is familiar

Labyrinthitis

The rubber legged walk on the cork in the stormy sea

In a centrifuge

Being rolled downhill by a vengeful giant

Like the spinning demise of Dr Frank Poole in 2001 

It will eventually go

You spin me right round baby right round

Never had one of these before

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Week 171, Stalled human 1

Time coalesced into an infinity

It is 3:15am

A sip of water

Take a trip to the loo

Lie back down, think of not being on fire

Another sip of water

What are the communication paths causing this

And another sip of water

Consider the complex interactions

Take another trip to the loo

And the activity of pyrogens 

Another sip of water

And the function of macrophages

Another sip of water

And their interaction with helper T cells

Take another trip to the loo

And another sip of water

Check the clock

It is still 3:15am

Still in flames, this water is a quack remedy

I am a traveller in time

But only this instance

Static

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Week 170, Woman on a motorcycle

It's Motorcycle Safety Awareness Day.

Let's look at the representation of escape.

. . .

No need for that, let's make it real.

Spirit, by the jam jar full, tapped off from every optic.*

Recreational pharmaceuticals, by the armful, who knows with what it's cut.

Small time gangsters, by the pool table full, take their cut.

Tap room altercations with aggressive giants, the losers win each conflict.

Dance barefoot, crunch shards as a curtain flaps through the jagged window.

High risk, low rent, bottom of the pile.

Nothing to lose.

Hollow eyed, with random, meaningless malice.

Rip it down and start again.

A psychedelic reverie of naked, blood spattered axe waving.

. . .

Or maybe just go for a slow ride followed by a quiet night in with the Muppets.**

* Imagine Lautrec's 'Earthquake', only by dimension and quantity more so.
** No motorcycles were harmed in the making up of this, it isn't 1968, there is no crash into a truck.

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Week 169, Nature's eye

The morning looks on regardless

Human concern converging to the entropic domain

What was there is gone

But for the fragments

Coalescing to obscure the prospect

Of the flat expanse of infinity*

* Thought for the day.


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Week 168, Glossop Road Potemkin

Somewhere in a basement in Sheffield there is a secret room.

I say secret but it's not hidden, if you have walked down the stairs you may have noticed it.

And if you enter you would discover the 'Wild West' style safe, the type with a dial and a handle.

You may also spot the huge, prehistoric tractor-feed printer once used for producing payslips.

Most wouldn't detect the reference to standing up to ignorant authority, perhaps they would consider it subversive.

Given the ill-informed decisions made by our elected representatives maybe we need to take notice.*

* License has been used to bend this to allow me a dig at T. May and her incompetence.

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Week 167, All your businesses in one shop front

Ancient history being consumed by giant spiders in the out-house reveals some indigestible pages.

Among the many notebooks there was a Filofax, a device filled with treasure.

The names and numbers of scores of people, written on slips of paper, receipts, beer mats.

Instructions for flat-sitting.

And then this gem of a shop I spotted on Skye after I'd run out of film for the camera.

Skye Evangelical Bookshop and Gents Hairstylist and Chiropodists

They were closed at the time so I was unable to partake of any of their diverse range of services.

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