When Freud uses mythology as a source for representative figures, he doesn't just illustrate how ancient our psychology is, and how modern ancient psychology was: we live together, in the same analytic moment, era.

Coach to London, only me on it. I get off at Victoria with my bags, overdressed, and remove a layer to repack; then suddenly I’m back on the coach, now with three other passengers being driven down a country lane (deep twilight green of Devon) which leads to a railway station called Eleanore, apparently in North London. I call out ‘Stop!’ to alight at the station, but the driver does not...

An authentic report, perhaps, on this illusion of authenticity we are here to celebrate

How do you hold your space?

Does all belief, meaning, ultimately point towards an unknown justice which will not materialise, but, in being searched for, will, at least temporarily, satisfy our need for its fulfilment?

...Ah, yes, but never forget that on one side of a wall someone's always waiting to shout, "Get out of my garden"...

Heterosend/heteroline

Suffocated by the air of a past I can no longer exhale

My limestone heart, outcropped with yours

The seductive rot of the English pastoral shimmering, shimmering

Abandon in place

Abandon in place (2)

Laws of rest

To tell dreams without framing them as dreams

Shallow streams, sulking light; sighing, summer music

To have a language for something

The event horizon approaches

Death and storage: shelved of all use and address

Morsed attention of the heart

The hide you seek and the hide you find...

Solstice

In memoriam John Hall

1945-2025

What happens when no-one is gathered in their name?

near The Museum of The Other

Knowledge obscures what it could never be (2)

Rain covers the page its boats

In 1984 everywhere was <Rolandseck>

Under the Sign of Thirst

Voyager, drifting through space