Culture of Illusion – Just Another Morning In Suburbia.


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Appetite for Distraction – Welcome to Brookland.


welcome to brookland

I was there to watch dance and to take this picture.

If you want to know more about the area, click HERE.

It is a link to it’s Wikipedia page. I cannot attest to the truth of anything on that page.

I hope I have not guided you into a Web of Deceit.

Culture of Illusion – One Possible Future.


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Culture of Illusion – Fifty/Fifty


Somewhere nearby there is a store that sells only left shoes…

Appetite for Distraction – Cherry Blossom Festival


Ooooh!

Such vibrant colours!

It may appear, from these pictures, that I am stalking members of the public.

I assure you that this is not the case.

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Culture of Illusion – Sunset Over Washington.


A quirky fact about the Washington Monument – the tip is made of aluminum. Why, you might ask. It seems that at the time of the building of the Monument the most precious element in all the world was aluminium. Little were the designers to know that in but a century or so cans full of fizzy soda would be made of that very same material. I hope that the fact I used both spellings of that particular element has annoyed everyone in equal measure.

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So now this wounded phallus wears a worthless hat.

I don’t know if there is some kind of deeper conclusion one can draw from this about the State of the Nation whilst one enjoys the beautiful sunset, but if you can think of one please let me know.

Appetite for Distraction – Monochrome Cherry Blossoms.


I am being deliberately contrary and only posting, for now, monochrome pictures of the cherry blossoms.

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Colour comes later.

Culture of Illusion – Matchbox Monuments.


I was quite taken with the idea, as I was strolling through Washington DC today, enjoying the full bloom of The Cherry Blossom Festival, of taking some photographs in which the great monuments of this fine country are but specks in the frame. So I did that and I show some of them to you now.

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You will note that The Washington Monument does not fit the definition but I included it anyway.

Please forgive me.

Culture of Illusion – Questionable Shelving.


Whilst wandering through CVS one evening I couldn’t help but notice the unusual placing of weight control products next to a shelf of tasty mayonnaise.

mayonnaise and weight control

What nefarious plan is this? After gorging on buckets of mayonnaise are we supposed to return to this 24 hour neon lit apothecary and purchase items to control the weight we have been utterly wanton with?

I think that is the plan. So the cycle continues of famine and feast, asceticism and decadence, of self-control and self-indulgence. Thus do we continue the Manichaean dance that has no end but the dissolution of our constantly battling dualities.

Fuck you CVS.

Fuck you in your mouth.

That was ruder than I intended and yet I am not going to delete that last curse.

So there.

Appetite for Distraction – Uprooted.


uprooted

Uprooted.

Now remember, now forget:
Thick thatched thoughts crush - mash:
Disconsolate, Alone.

Each torn memory re-
Veals a slippery wound.
Now remember, now forget.

Dripping despair drowning
Each and every breath - 
Disconsolate. Alone.

Screaming hopeless Death howl.
Bound - Branded - Broken.
Now remember, now forget.

Scrabble through the rubble
of the futile future.
Disconsolate. Alone.

Reflect on the struggle
Of withered ragged joy - 
Now remember, now forget.

You and I begin now.
You and I never end.
Disconsolate. Alone.
Now remember. Now forget.

Culture of Illusion – This and That.


this and that black and white

This and That.

The rain fell in haunted lines,
Straight separations between this and that.

Lonely neon screens glowed in empty toy strewn rooms;
Witnesses to this and that.

Cattled commuters wedged in tight
On pilgrimage to this and that.

A single figure ran round the track
Yearning quietly for this and that.

Stale coffee poured in styrofoam
Is brief respite from this and that.

From out the gloom a clot of light
In recompense for this and that.

Appetite for Distraction – Bus Station, Night (2013)


going home
Going Home.

 

Going home.

The weight of the week

Hangs over you.

You deserve your sleep.

It will all begin again soon enough.

Rest. Cleanse. Relax.

Forget.

Appetite for Distraction – Fading.


fading away

The hurried ghosts of muddied memory

Appear, without appeal, from ink black blots.

Coalescing in their frozen trajectory

They succumb to untenable thoughts.

 

Appear, without appeal, from ink black blots

To be smeared in the jagged night air.

They succumb to untenable thoughts,

Fighting to be freed from the suspended snare.

 

To be smeared in the jagged night air

With whiskered whispering relentless flow,

Fighting to be freed from the suspended snare,

Stubborn in their refusal to slow.

 

With whiskered whispering relentless flow,

They rage, crack, tear, rail, bellow yet more

Stubborn in their refusal to slow.

No quietly waiting at the shore.

 

They rage, crack, tear, rail, bellow yet more,

One more time. The Final Treachery.

No quietly waiting at the shore.

The hurried ghosts of muddied memory.

Appetite for Distraction – Elevated.


room

When riding an elevator

It is not unusual for You

To stare into the Infinite Mirror

And see that the only thing

Staring back is

Me.

A Memory of Happier Times Part I


A Memory of Happier Times Part III

A Memory of Happier Times Part II

A Memory of Happier Times Part I

Appetite for Distraction – Mario, SF Style:


Mario and Friend looking dapper in Chinatown

These, surely, are the two best things about Chinatown in San Francisco. Mario and his friend, whose name I do not know, are dressed in jewellry. I imagine that Damian Hirst is irritated that he didn’t think of this instead of the diamond skull.

Culture of Illusion – No. 2857


rosa parks seat

On this day in 1913, Rosa Parks was born. In December of 1955, that very same Rosa Parks, tired of giving in and ready to make a stand for a cause she believed in, refused to move to the back of the bus. 100 years later I, a white caucasian of foreign extraction, sat in an empty bus, on the way to work, next to this sign. I don’t know what this means but I am not sure whether a plaque is just recompense for anything. Does this mean that racism has been solved and fixed? I have my doubts. I have my doubts. Some kind of horrible metaphorical circle has just been completed.

Happy Birthday.


 

There is enough atmosphere in this small cafe for all of San Francisco.
Radio Habana Social Club, San Francisco

I know it’s your birthday today

But I know you don’t want me to call

So I took the last text message you sent me

And changed the meaning so all

The lines are opposite:

Thank you for your gift

It was very thoughtful.

It all turned out just as you hoped

I want us to be together forever

It was the perfect gift at the perfect time

I’m so alone without you 

Please keep sending me love letters.

Happy Birthday

I didn’t mean to turn love into

Stalking.


Snow heart on Flickr.

As the day comes to an end let us here wish you a cold heart to keep you warm as you go to bed tonight, whether alone with your thoughts, or accompanied by your solitude.


Snow heart on Flickr.

As the day comes to an end let us here wish you a cold heart to keep you warm as you go to bed tonight, whether alone with your thoughts, or accompanied by your solitude.