The Gateway Flats in Dover were completed in 1959. Over 200 council flats, with sea views and easy access to the sweeping, curving promenade by the harbour. There was some controversy at the time, and small echoes of that rumble on. Why should council tenants have such elegant and graceful housing? Why this intelligent andContinue reading “The Gateway Flats, Dover”
Category Archives: Sea Port Dreaming
Unwrapping a Book
The book is in a white padded envelope. At one end there is a thin red tape and when that’s pulled it rips through the outer shell and the book can be pulled out. There is now a layer of clear plastic bubble wrap. Perhaps it’s that sort of day. I peel away the sellotapeContinue reading “Unwrapping a Book”
Fragmentation and Unity
A fragmentation and unity of machines. Machines in individual locations, factories separated from one another, in competition to produce the means of life. The widespread standard of TCP/IP, proprietary software systems that cannot be integrated, producing replication and barriers to data sharing, oligarchic control of DNS servers, fibre optic networks. The lines of computing codeContinue reading “Fragmentation and Unity”
In Search of a Pitchfork
It was in the waking up; of becoming aware again of human life-consciousness. The intensity of the dreams, alive and vibrant only moments earlier but now fading into the distant haze, echoes and mirrors of the extraordinary world of the sleeping, dreaming brain. This human life-consciousness should be the starting point of everything each day.Continue reading “In Search of a Pitchfork”
The march to barbarism
No bombs have fallen yet on England. But the so-called political leadership of the Conservatives and Labour rush to take sides. An unwritten agreement as to who is right, and who is wrong, where death is always one sided, where only the children on one side of the conflict are ever killed. These are pre-crisesContinue reading “The march to barbarism”
The Possible Dominance of Augustine Monastic Orders
It feels as if I have forgotten to write. How can a person forget how to write? Once that art and skill has been taught? No, I don’t mean it like that. Not that I have forgotten ‘how’ to write; but I have neglected to write. There were too many other people in my head.Continue reading “The Possible Dominance of Augustine Monastic Orders”
The Future of London…(?)
There was an opportunity to go to a seminar. Something along the lines of ‘the Future of London’, that sort of thing. The speaker is at the top of what they do. This makes them clever; in a knowing sort of way. I imagined: the content will be framed within certain ideological parameters. There willContinue reading “The Future of London…(?)”
The Northern Crown
It was as if I had stepped through several measured years of time. From Lisson Grove in 1981 until now. As if it was a single step. If I was to make that step again, it would be in a different way. But I guess a lot of the shapes, colours, formations, informations and responsesContinue reading “The Northern Crown”
Shore Line Strolling
Complete silence seems the wrong environment for meditation and contemplation. I would for ever be listening for any possible noise. All that silence would drive me to distraction. Sitting on a piece of rock armour on the beach works much better. The slosh of the waves messing about on the shore line is part ofContinue reading “Shore Line Strolling”
Shopping Vignette with Hans Memling
Triptych of St John the Baptist and St John the Evangelist (detail), Hans Memling, 1479 “Could you help me?’ an elderly woman bent over a large trolley in Marks & Spencer asked. She was smartly dressed in a dark blue woollen jacket with a flowing red scarf and well cut black trousers and black boots.Continue reading “Shopping Vignette with Hans Memling”
Commodity Fetishism 