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the thinkspace: gary knapton on trial: Nothing Around Got Dark
http://garyknapton.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-around-got-dark.html
The thinkspace: gary knapton on trial. A roomful of creative ideas and brush strokes of word-paint, made of glass and perched high above the water. Nothing Around Got Dark. Nothing Around Got Dark. On Easter Day I kneel and pray. Before the church’s clerk. And afterwards collect my thoughts. Whilst idling through the park. The sun fell through the western skies. Off shore the gulls did lark. The night came back. The sky turned black. But nothing around got dark. The headland lights of Shoreham bay. He wh...
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the thinkspace: gary knapton on trial: Arab Sprung
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The thinkspace: gary knapton on trial. A roomful of creative ideas and brush strokes of word-paint, made of glass and perched high above the water. How many times can you flick the mud at me? How many lies can you sell? In bed with al Saud while you shout “democracy! Why do you think we can’t tell? How much gold do you need to satiate? How many truths can you bend? How man devils will you ingratiate? Where do you think it will end? How much oil do you need to steal from us? How do you think it’s OK?
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the thinkspace: gary knapton on trial: Not Like Rain
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The thinkspace: gary knapton on trial. A roomful of creative ideas and brush strokes of word-paint, made of glass and perched high above the water. Perched here above life. Looking out on the fake majestic game. Manchester's pride and shame. And learn now a wider version of my world. How all interactions tilt into a grand design. Everything disentangled yet bound up. Not hopelessly bound up. Rather, hopefully intertwined. The shapes, curves and colours. And for my ears. That dense fascinating symphony of.
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the thinkspace: gary knapton on trial: Move Me Back To The Earth
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The thinkspace: gary knapton on trial. A roomful of creative ideas and brush strokes of word-paint, made of glass and perched high above the water. Move Me Back To The Earth. Move me back to rhyme and reason. Move me back to the earth. Shine and fade me with the season. Kill me off for birth. Rise my spirit with the dawn. And set me down for dusk. Distance me from fake and fawning. Fill my air with musk. Sadden my smile with hateful love. Allow me to go wrong. The path I walk is right because. View my co...
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the thinkspace: gary knapton on trial: All Dreaming Of The Stars
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The thinkspace: gary knapton on trial. A roomful of creative ideas and brush strokes of word-paint, made of glass and perched high above the water. All Dreaming Of The Stars. All Dreaming Of The Stars. Black rain ran fast against the panes of high-rise blocks against the strains of lives unlocked. Dank cobbled lanes steamed long suburban scars. Inside the men watched bland TV. Upstairs their wives sang merrily against tinned streams of air-wave glee. All dreaming of the stars. All waving down slow cars.
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the thinkspace: gary knapton on trial: Lessons In Money Get Taught
http://garyknapton.blogspot.com/2011/02/lessons-in-money-get-taught.html
The thinkspace: gary knapton on trial. A roomful of creative ideas and brush strokes of word-paint, made of glass and perched high above the water. Lessons In Money Get Taught. Things that are good for the soul come freely. Things that are bad get bought. Lessons in life are incremental. Lessons in money get taught. Throw-away wealth gets stacked up hourly. Valuable trust takes time. Get hooked on a life of hard endeavour. Chill out on a life of crime. Silly little things are valued highly. I had a wish ...
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the thinkspace: gary knapton on trial: venetia burney says
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The thinkspace: gary knapton on trial. A roomful of creative ideas and brush strokes of word-paint, made of glass and perched high above the water. Nothing will change when everything changes. You’re off chasing new horizons. I pretend to lie low. You went zoom past mars and jupiter. Knowing what we can’t see. My head’s visiting darker galaxies. I’m discovering me. Did you say hi to titan and phoebe. On your saturn monsoons? Did you make friends with hip. Dancing all over their moons? You’re my star.
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Inspirations | Nathan.com
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Books & Articles. Design, Business, & Sustainability Resources. I’m still very much a car guy…. The Gina concept car. Is the car that made me rethink BMW. It’s a masterpiece of engineering and innovative thinking. I very much wish the BMW i3. That shipped was more like the concept car. Still, it may be my next car. From the first moment, the Model S was the first car I’ve ever driven that felt like finally the future. I will likely always love the Isdera Spyder. And quite a collection. Charles and Ray Ea...
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Projects | Nathan.com
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Books & Articles. Design, Business, & Sustainability Resources. Businesses and Strategic Consulting. Aside from consulting on several businesses, including online ventures, I’ve helped start a few myself (as an entrepreneur). This is the best way to understand what it means to start and run a company. In 2004, I helped create the strategy for this startup and created it’s first proofs of concept. Now, it’s become an awesome company under the guidance or founder Eileen Gittens! In 1996, I flew to Sydney, ...
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the thinkspace: gary knapton on trial: The Birth of Invention
http://garyknapton.blogspot.com/2015/04/my-old-genesis.html
The thinkspace: gary knapton on trial. A roomful of creative ideas and brush strokes of word-paint, made of glass and perched high above the water. The Birth of Invention. Or “I Have An Idea”, from a collection called Semantic Dissonance; or "The Echelon Rink", by me. Pure as a giddy thing. Innocent bullet from a gun. Over the moon at my old idiom. Join me on the midnight run. I have an idea. There’s everything to fear. It might be a really bad shout. It might be the worst world ever constructed. Gagglin...
