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Diary of an Unborn Writer. We find a quiet place to sit down and tell each other stories and share our inspiration. Here conversation moves in rhythms and findings shared and lives erased and merged together. We ask for peace and depth. Shy joy in each other’s cheeks and love coursing through our veins with alcohol and mirth. We sit and ask you to listen and share your story too. The fire’s still warm and there’s no limit to how wide this circle can grow. Please, come in. If the Beats all resurrected and...
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A museum without walls. May 26, 2011. So the other night I was reading Douglas Crimp’s 1980 essay On the Museum’s Ruins (published in The Anti-aesthetic: Essays on Postmodern Culture. Crimp’s subject is the way the emergence of post-modern art in the 1960s and 70s challenged the authority of museums and galleries to decide how art should be organised and presented (stick with me). Questioned the practice of hanging works of art according to discrete historical periods, or art movements, or styles. As aut...
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer: February 2010
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer. Monday, 15 February 2010. Diary of an Unborn Writer #43. Enough of these characters. I am a man not a writer. I am here in New Zealand. The people here call it AOTEAROA: The Land of Infinite Light. I have been on islands and in cities. Heard the breathing of lakes, the heartbeat of a mountain. The latter is Mt. Ruapehu and I am camping at his base. I met Ojasvin, a dancing Master with his wife Iris who teach a Haka for Healing. They tell us to stand in joy and sing together.
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer: Diary of an unborn writer #39 - Power goes in waves and finds nodes to seep through
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer. Tuesday, 29 December 2009. Diary of an unborn writer #39 - Power goes in waves and finds nodes to seep through. I've been thinking of Copenhagen and a supposed failure of the world to do what is right. I have been thinking fo the interests involved and find it surprising that many heavy weights are launched behind environmentalism. This does not make them our allies, beloved friends, remember who they are and what interests they present. What happens in a carbin market is that ...
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer: June 2009
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer. Tuesday, 30 June 2009. The golden doorway leads to a room with lavish coaches and a blonde with a cigarette holder blowing a soft stream of smoke upwards at 45 degrees. Her left hand hangs over the couch with an absinthe at an expensive tilt. Knee bent, foot resting just next to a bald black man with corduroys and a waistcoat - no shirt. He's looking down at his shoes. The room is green and you have arrived. Tuesday, 16 June 2009. Diary of an unborn writer #26. Britisher based ...
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer: Diary of an Unborn Writer #42 - the Universe and Everything
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer. Thursday, 28 January 2010. Diary of an Unborn Writer #42 - the Universe and Everything. What they said was nothing that had not been said before: You looked around the room at faces blank as if groaning, as singing is to a hum, with mouth closed. You heard the words: "You are not good enough" as the man at the top spoke to you from his black leather chair. Pools of light splashed onto the long table marking the journey of his voice from him to you. Do you measure up? Hers was a...
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer: Diary of an unborn writer #39.4 - midlife crisis
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer. Thursday, 17 December 2009. Diary of an unborn writer #39.4 - midlife crisis. You're better as a mystery, you tell yourself after wondering for the 15th time what to do next year. You're better as a mystery and excuse yourself for inaction, disregard and getting knocked off balance by unanswered questons. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Time for a Change. Life is peaceful there. Museum of the Bohemian. Valentine Peace Project Amsterdam 2011.
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer: January 2010
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer. Thursday, 28 January 2010. Diary of an Unborn Writer #42 - the Universe and Everything. What they said was nothing that had not been said before: You looked around the room at faces blank as if groaning, as singing is to a hum, with mouth closed. You heard the words: "You are not good enough" as the man at the top spoke to you from his black leather chair. Pools of light splashed onto the long table marking the journey of his voice from him to you. Do you measure up? Hers was a...
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer: March 2010
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer. Friday, 12 March 2010. Diary of an Exported Writer. The Diaries are now nestling in a new project called Arjuna's Octupus where you'll find some very good writing. You'll find new posts already up! The Whispering Rosebush has also moved to Poetry Holland. Please update your bookmarks. It's been fun here. Tuesday, 2 March 2010. Diary of an Unborn Writer #45 - Hanging all existential. That is not felt nor said. But is expressed as release. Two poles of a sphere come together.
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer: Diary of an Unborn Writer #45 - Hanging all existential
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Diary Of An Unborn Writer. Tuesday, 2 March 2010. Diary of an Unborn Writer #45 - Hanging all existential. Now resting on my Grandad's farm near Brisbane, Queensland, Oz. There is completely nothing to do but read and speak to the old man about his life and learnings. And these are deep. Treasured slow times, so after the relative pace of NZ (which by many measures was pretty slow - though internally a riot) I'm slowing down my psyche in this purgatorybetween the old and new. That is not felt nor said.
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