Tag: multiverse
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Poetic Philosophy Science
If all the sub-atomic particles in my fingernail grew to the size of a small orange how big would my fingernail be? If every molecule of water in a full bath grew to the size of a drop of water how many baths would it take to hold them all? If you could read the […]
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Lottery – A short Story
Branwen’s mobile phone shivered in her hand. It was Harry, her hyperactive younger brother. He was always a distraction. He could be a bit too much sometimes, but she was in a generous, and bored, mood. “Are you in?” Harry said excitedly. “I’m outside – buzz me up.” Branwen obliged. One minute later Harry stumbled […]
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Table 9
19:15-Chapter TABLE 9 It’s kinda tucked away at the side of the Café-Bar near the entrance to the Art Gallery Table 9 A place to look to assess to judge and comment There’s a woman with her daughter slurping on soup and munching on salad and drinking diet cola A family with two parental figures […]
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More Reflections in a Bin
Here’s a short video clip set on/in a bin Taken the same time as the photo in a previous post, i.e. March 16th, at the beginning of lockdown
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Corona Response Team (Painting)
Started this at the beginning of lockdown – been fiddling with it since – finally finished it yesterday (April 24 2020) Painted on a charity shop frame and mount Related Posts:Sam – New PaintingMosaic #81022 New Painting
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Branches and Sun reflected in a bin full of rainwater
cropped Original Photo
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It’s a collage
It’s a collage, that’s what it is, it’s a coll-fucking-age
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some poetry work-in-progress – podcast
Related Posts:Podcast, September 10th 2022 – Sorrow
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Okey Dokey
Don’t ask . . . . . . Here’s some sort-of abstract works instead
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Interjection
(Interjection on Wednesday November 18th 2015 – as I’m typing this into a Word document ready to be copied into the book that this will end up in. The interjection is this – is it possible that an intelligent person could practise a skill – say, like writing, for decades, and write countless words until […]
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Podcast: Our Precious World
Related Posts:Podcast, September 10th 2022 – Sorrow
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It’s all blux
Paint Art
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Something New
There seems to be nothing there, but there are the uncountable billions of past experiences in this or other lives. Then there are the uncountable possibilities of future experiences plus of course the endless experiences occurring now. And out of this nothing something new has to emerge . . .
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This is it
This, of course, is to no one. This is just me babbling in the dark, somewhere in the depths of the universe. This is no where. I am no one. But – things go on, around me, inside me, in other places I can’t imagine right now but may become known, in a small way, […]
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An Ordinary Bloke writes about Aliens, Drugs and the Nature of Reality
Here’s an audio recording of this piece – text below: Yesterday, after a breakfast of tea and toast with tahini and yeast extract we went to the Farmers’ Market to buy organic vegetables. We’ve been going to the market for years and once ran a stall there selling our own handmade soap and body products, […]
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5 more acrylic paintings
Also featured in this Gallery of Recent Paintings Related Posts:Three new paintingsa few recent paintings
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Finished Squashies – Now called Parallel Universes
(Also added to recent Gallery) May already be sold. Please contact me for up to date price and availability Related Posts:Crocuses finished on wall
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Add New Post
‘Add New Post’ This blog / website / whatever it is called now, wants me to add a new post every time I come here. If I do make the effort to add a new post it normally means I’ve got something specific to write about. Whether it’s one of my feeble attempts to market […]
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A visit from The Magic Elf
This is an extract from one of my books. And now it’s the morning of March 15th 2016. One of the things that’s prompted this bit of live writing is my desire to reach 100,000 words. As I type I can see the word-count at the bottom of the screen and it says, hang on, […]
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Shadows and Silhouettes
NOTE: This blog post is meant primarily as a personal record of something I did and the context in which I did it. It’s no more than that. In the late sixties, when I was a teenager I used to sit in cafés and watch people. I don’t mean in a creepy way, I was […]