Another thought provoking article in the Daily Mail this Saturday (I am not a regular reader of this or other newspapers, I just read Saturday editions over the weekend!).
link to article
I remember reading about these objects a while ago in an old Arthur C. Clarke book. It is a fascinating subject though one I [...]
Archive for May, 2008
Early Computor Technology?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged mythology on May 18, 2008 | 1 Comment »
A word on Tricking Paths
Posted in The Wasteland, tagged personal, poetry, writing on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The three posts below were written some time ago (1987!) Boy, I was young then. I found them recently while clearing out stuff, realise how much I have forgotten, or never learned in the first place. In the Wasteland section of my blog because I find the fact I knew stuff and then forgot it [...]
tricking paths I
Posted in The Wasteland, tagged personal, Poems, poetry, writing on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Just a feeling of not having
Not having happiness, not having contentment
Of not belonging….to anything or anyone
Of not being a part of…and of being excluded
A feeling of being lonely in a crowd
And not being part of that crowd
Of being on the outside looking in
A spectator not a participant
A reporter of life and not living
Just pushing back [...]
tricking paths II
Posted in The Wasteland, tagged Add new tag, personal, Poems, poetry, writing on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It comes unexpected and uninvited
One moment normal social interaction
Then a dream sequence in a blurred slow motion film
The voices muffled, distant
Everyone in a bubble and I am on the outside
I can hear and see you, but I am not there.
I see through the eyes of the whole world
I hear the world, feel it, hear the [...]
tricking paths III
Posted in The Wasteland, tagged Add new tag, Poems, writing on May 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Maybe I’ve spent too many lifetimes trying to imitate hollow idols and maybe I am doing it now, by definition, the imitations must be hollow also. Maybe I’ve worn the mask for so long that I can now no longer see or know what lies behind it. The spectres of things I never did or [...]



