I was sufficiently pickled
And now my liver is tickled
One of many alcholiarist confessions, October 2018
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THE FAITH GAP
It has been more than a few years now since I sussed out the whole ‘Father Christmas’ scam and, at the time, I suppose I was meant to keep quiet for a couple more years until until my little brother cottoned on but, you know, screw that, I was probably the first person to tell him. All kids are blabbermouths.
Good Decisions Bad Decisions
The running commentary that is controlling my hand right now, the articulate voice in my head, still has to run every decision by the silent alarm system of few words but is in full control of things like breathing, my heart rate and my, very nervous, nervous systems. It can compel me to act despite any and all of the upstairs brain protests. The downstairs brain can veto common sense at any given moment.
A small acknowledgement of the power of my lizard brain. January 2018
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And I woke up on a Sunday feeling alright
I was sufficiently pickled
And now my liver is tickled
One of many alcholiarist confessions, October 2018
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THE FAITH GAP
It has been more than a few years now since I sussed out the whole ‘Father Christmas’ scam and, at the time, I suppose I was meant to keep quiet for a couple more years until until my little brother cottoned on but, you know, screw that, I was probably the first person to tell him. All kids are blabbermouths.
Good Decisions Bad Decisions
The running commentary that is controlling my hand right now, the articulate voice in my head, still has to run every decision by the silent alarm system of few words but is in full control of things like breathing, my heart rate and my, very nervous, nervous systems. It can compel me to act despite any and all of the upstairs brain protests. The downstairs brain can veto common sense at any given moment.
A small acknowledgement of the power of my lizard brain. January 2018
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Words
A collection of thoughts, writings, poems and essays that, depending on on age, contain ideas that the artist may or may not still subscribe to.
FACTS CONTINUE TO CHANGE THEIR SHAPE
Music has always served as testament to changes in society with a lineage traceable across history. Our relationship to music is inherent to our species, tied to our heartbeats, music has existed before the invention of written language, the first written music; the ‘Hurrian’ Hymn To Nikkal dates back to 1400 BC.
Essay published in conjunction with ‘Transformers’, part of the ‘Deptford X’ festival. October 2019
THE FAITH GAP
It has been more than a few years now since I sussed out the whole ‘Father Christmas’ scam and, at the time, I suppose I was meant to keep quiet for a couple more years until until my little brother cottoned on but, you know, screw that, I was probably the first person to tell him. All kids are blabbermouths.
Good Decisions Bad Decisions
The running commentary that is controlling my hand right now, the articulate voice in my head, still has to run every decision by the silent alarm system of few words but is in full control of things like breathing, my heart rate and my, very nervous, nervous systems. It can compel me to act despite any and all of the upstairs brain protests. The downstairs brain can veto common sense at any given moment.
A small acknowledgement of the power of my lizard brain. January 2018