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
A Dance in the Labyrinth (I): Pattern, Orientation, and Myth Without Belief
We like to think myth begins with belief. Gods, monsters, cosmologies. Something asserted as true and then defended against doubt. This is convenient, because it allows us to imagine ourselves … Continue reading
Haunted When the Minutes Drag.
I’m not usually one for blowing my own trumpet. If there’s one thing that is going to ever scupper my chances as being a well known author, its that I … 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
Haunted…
Well, the proof arrived and it looks bloody gorgeous … It’ll be in Amazon from May 4th.
Ardnamurchan: The Distance Between Us.
And so, after half a century, I finally make it back to Ardnamurchan. It is both a moment of triumph and a moment of disappointment. Part of the disappointment is … Continue reading
Ley Lies
Map 1 1 All Mathematics would suggestA steady straight line as the best,But left and right alternatelyIs consonant with history. In his book How We Believe, Michael Shermer argues the … Continue reading
Ardnamurchan
i -1968 When I was four years old, we went on holiday with to the exotic sounding Ardnamurchan Point on the west coast of Scotland. I remember leaving home in the … Continue reading
Succotash
With apologies to everyone who has already seen this of Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and all that… but I’ve had an essay published by the London Magazine entitled “Psychogeography and Succotash. … Continue reading
Aurochs (Irish Sea)
Through the trees, a rum tang of brine encroaching; a brackish lick insinuates itself into a bed of coarse reeds that wither with its saline sting. Aurochs sensing their time is … Continue reading
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