Blog#67: Giorgione
Part One
It was in Blog#57 that I wrote about toasting myself in Italy beneath the Chernobyl sun, and how by rights I probably should have died by frying ages ago. However, in the week before playing this game of sunshine Russian (now Ukrainian) roulette, I stayed with my then-girlfriend in the city of dreams, Venice.
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Blog#66: Caravaggio
Part One
It was the other evening, shortly before bed. I just wanted something to browse through for a minute or two. I went over to one of the bookshelves, and pulled out an art book: 'The Complete Paintings of Caravaggio.' Caravaggio: an interesting random-yet-deliberate choice.
It was some years in the 1980s - 1982 to . . .
Blog#65: The Love and Peace Place
"There must be some kind of way out of here/ Said the joker to the thief/ There's too much confusion/ I can't find no relief/"
All along the Watchtower
Part One
This place is a killing field. For the most part, life forms survive only at the expense of, to the detriment of, other life forms. How . . .
Blog#64: Out of the Bag...
I've written about this before. My initiation into the notion ('notion'? - the truth, more like...) that the world isn't the way we are told it is through the official channels.
It was soon after bailing out from big city life in London to the contrasting mountain-and-water ambience of Highland Scotland in 2005. I came, in part, . . .
Blog#63: Down on the Farm
Part One
There once was a time when catching a plane was a relatively simple affair. You turned up at the airport, joined the queue for your flight, and awaited your turn. After showing your passport and answering a few questions, you would say goodbye to your luggage for the time being, be given a boarding pass, and would . . .
Blog#62: The Nature of Unreality
Part One
Is the reality that we take as real, really that real? Or do we really live in a simulation? Is the 'reality' we inhabit no more real than a computer video game, similar to what's portrayed in the film series 'the Matrix'?
Do we really wake up every morning into what the Gnostics referred to as a 'bad . . .
Blog#61: The House of Rock
Part One
'Jennie said when she was just five years old/ There was nothing happening at all/ Every time she puts on a radio/ There was nothing going down at all/ Then one fine morning she puts on a New York station/ She couldn't believe what she heard at all/ She started shaking to that fine fine music/ Oh her life was saved . . .
