I've felt totally uninspired to write lately. However, I just watched the sun rise over the River Dart Valley - glorious - and it's made me go all fucking gooey and so here I am sharing my thoughts. I've seen a few sunrises of late; I just spent a week on a working retreat, chopping logs, cooking, meditating and playing about on my guitar (fast becoming the love of my life). There's nothing like meditation (in this case just taking time to breathe properly for a while) to bring me back down to earth. What kind of society do I live in? I have to drop out for a week on retreat to take time to breathe. Or maybe it just says more about me than the culture in which I exist. Who knows?
More than once this week I've heard the chattering classes refer to 2008 as the end of the capitalist empire. For sure, Britain seems to be an increasingly difficult country in which to make ends meet. Generally I hear people not asking to live their lives in luxury but just to live without laying awake at night worrying about debt. The Labour Party - whose slogan must surely be Tory Policy Wrapped Up in A Red Rose - seems to believe in nothing these days apart from retaining power and supporting an ongoing war. Blair, Brown, whatever. Give me a leader with conviction. I try to remain optimistic.
Who will become the next President of the USA? So much emphasis has been placed upon whether it will be a black man or a woman. Just so long as the next president of the USA drops its destructive and confrontational attitude, ends the use of torture on political prisoners held without charge, respects international law and the right for entire nations to live in peace without fear of an invasion, then I really don't give a fuck about the colour or gender of the next president of the USA. It kind of reminds me of Bill Hicks talking about the prospect of female priests: "Give me a priest with three testicles and twelve titties... I'm just not interested."
Amy Winehouse has gone and scooped five Grammy Awards; each and every one of them deserved. She's a damn fine talent, one of our greatest for a long time. I honestly believe that. I'd quite like to see her straightened out just a little bit. Not too much though.
I'm becoming quite sick of Facebook. Within eight months I've gone from "in a relationship" to "its complicated" to "single" to "looking for whatever i can get". I've had sheep thrown at me, I've been hugged, slapped and poked by people who I wouldn't even consider talking to down the pub. People have crawled out of the already rotting wood of the framework of my life and haunted me. This fucking networking site has caused me spectacular headaches. I've spent fucking hours on the thing. I publicly renounce it. .
Some beautiful words now just to finish off this little post on this blog of mine, which is fast becoming a hotbed of pessimism, by Henry Miller:
"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware."