The Ghosts of Ash and the Nuclear Spectre (Part Two)
If Hiroshima haunts through absence, the Titanic haunts through overexposure. The Titanic has been replayed, retold, reconstructed, and reanimated so many times that it barely qualifies as an event anymore. It … Continue reading
A Dance in the Labyrinth (II): Heroes, Games, and the Supermarket as Mythic Space
We are fond of saying that we live in a mythless age. What we usually mean is that we no longer believe in gods. But belief was never the engine. … Continue reading
The Spiral: Six Attempts to Notice While the System Keeps Running 2
THE EMOTIONAL EXPERIENCE OF LIVING IN A LOOP (in which time becomes a washing machine cycle and refuses to let you out) There’s a particular flavour of modern despair that … Continue reading
The Spiral: Six Attempts to Notice While the System Keeps Running 1
I. HOW DIGITAL ERRORS ECHO ANALOGUE HAUNTINGS (in which the machine coughs up its ghosts and pretends it meant to do that) There’s something charmingly pathetic about a digital error. … Continue reading
Crab and Bee’s Matter of Britain: Mythlands of Albion
It has been many, many years since I read ‘Matter of Britain’ and even then, it was a condensed version. It was a tough read, being mostly in mediaeval vernacular. … Continue reading
Drama! or, The Creation of Ghosts.
I attended several secondary schools and embracing the supernatural seemed to be high on everyone’s agenda. I was in the Drama Group at one school, and we were performing … Continue reading
Firefrost and Fundindelve – Travels around Alderley Edge (Part One)
i. Firefrost and Fundindelve The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, Alan Garner’s 1960 novel has had me entirely in thrall for almost 50 years. It is a timeless tale of good versus … Continue reading
The Phantom Hitch-hiker – A True Story
Unexpected prose alert! My friend Mark had just bought a car and we would go for night drives, hunting for UFOs or headless horsemen or any other Fortean madness that … Continue reading
Kings
An odd poem that came out of nowhere. It’s about a time when I was eight and was convinced I’d seen a dragon… With fingers stained and sticky from the … Continue reading
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