Thursday, 12 January 2012

For Everything to Stay The Same Everything Must Change

Change is the only constant.
If you want everything to stay the same, you have to change with it.
So if you want to change, maybe you shouldn't.

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

How To Make Your Blog More Popular

Apparently, one way of making a blog more popular is to give the reader something, to make him/her feel like he is learning something by reading it.
One way of doing that is to write 'How to...' posts in which useful information is imparted.
This is my first one. Hope you found it useful.

Friday, 30 December 2011

Every Year I Like To Lick An Architect In The Cow

A friend of mine said this recently.
I could try and explain it or just leave it as it is.
Most things don’t survive dissection.
I’ll leave it as it is.

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Permanent Revolution

So I'm sitting in a bar and I'm looking at her.
In the darkness, we are sitting quite close.
I'm looking at her and I'm thinking.
Outside, rain falls and the wind rattles it against the windows.
She stares at me.
There's a look in her eye which I can't make out.
I turn the beer glass in my hand, round and round.
She opens her mouth then closes it again.
Rain rattles against the window.
Later, she sends me a text.
I don't respond.
In the darkness, I lie on my bed and listen to the rain.

Friday, 16 December 2011

Enfant Terrible vs Poète Maudit

I can't figure out if I'm an enfant terrible or a poète maudit.
An enfant terrible is a young 'genius' who is often unorthodox, innovative or avant-garde in his field.
A poète maudit is a misunderstood poet living a life outside or against society, often abusing substances which results in an early death.
I'm too old to be an enfant terrible and still too alive to be a poète maudit. Plus I don't write poetry.
Godammit.
Maybe just stick to what is written on my business card.

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Is Solitude The Result Of A Lack Of Imagination?

I was alone and bored so I went along to a philosophical discussion I saw taking place at a local café.
The topic, serendipitously enough, was Is solitude the result of a lack of imagination?
Now, it was a loaded question -obviously- so the first issue was to argue if it was well posed. It suggested that solitude was negative whereas solitude could be positive. Solitude could be suffered or chosen, pathological or essential. Furthermore, solitude was a state whereas imagination was a function so could the two be equated? Ironically, it could be argued that solitude lead to imagination, all great ideas having come from moments of quiet seclusion. So the question was already hanging by a thread…
Flipping it around, imagination could help lead out of solitude through thinking of ways not to be alone, much as I had just done. Although thinking also lead to anxiety which could lead to feelings of aloneness. Or, an old man asked, was it not imagination but understanding that was the real issue: if solitude is often the result of a lack of interest in things is it simply because we don’t understand them?
I didn’t have an answer to that. I didn’t have an answer to any of it. But I sat there, alone with other people, forming ideas and thoughts and buzzing.