“And my essays lying scattered on the floor Fulfil their needs just by being there” David Bowie-Conversation Piece
Back to where it all started, the final piece of the series, or ‘The Origins of Life’ to give it, it’s full title.
Here’s a real treat. I had the honor of being invited onto the mighty Chet Zar’s, Dark Art Society podcast recently, talking about all manner of things. Influences, origins, art stuff and our shared appreciation of Withnail and I.
Back after a bout of dreadful lurgy following my holiday sabbatical home. Home by turns wasn’t so sad, but magic, idyllic- all the Raymond Briggsesque, warm family hearth of brewing parochial Englishness I could hope for.
‘And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills?” Jerusalem-William Blake
“One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one’s inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.” ― Émile Durkheim, Suicide: […]
All Hallows upon us again, witches night. There may not be pyres of crowing hags, just the flickering candle light through the drooping hollow of carved pumpkins, but it pales against the incandescent burning of the midnight oil ahead of me, as I settle back into duties for Paradiso’s Fall, just five short months away.