One not entirely fine day, some not entirely sensible friends & I painted our clothes/hankies, made a magic wand-staff, dressed up, put on our Wonder Woman gauntlets, and tripped down to the beach to dance up & down in the hope of making the sun shine for once. And it worked! (For about 20 minutes. The sun is fickle.)
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And then there were speeches and live music and drinking.
Also also: Hampshire Feminist Collective
I met up with Pete Gilbert to photograph him in his studio, as part of an ongoing portraiture projekt. His paintings are fabulously beautiful and I sort of want them all.
The Abyss of Hallucinations has Law and Reason; but in Truth there is no bond between the Toys of the Gods.
This Reason and Law is the Bond of the Great Lie.
Truth! Truth! Truth! crieth the Lord of the Abyss of Hallucinations.
There is no Silence in that Abyss: for all that men call Silence is Its Speech.
This Abyss is also called ‘Hell’, and ‘The Many’. Its name is ‘Consciousness’, and ‘The Universe’, among men.
But THAT which neither is silent, nor speaks, rejoices therein.
This, as mentioned before a long time ago when I posted #2 whenever that was, was my degree show projekt. I rather wondered at the time if it was impolitic to use a Crowley poem, but . . . I quite like Crowley’s mystical poems, even if I’ve always suspected they were not to be taken entirely seriously. I may of course be wrong (BUT IT WOULD BE MOST UNPRECEDENTED); I haven’t studied them.
(Well, really I wondered if it was impolitic to incorporate Crowley and to mention in my CV that I helped to start up an LGBT society at the uni. I hoped that using Crowley would prove me well-read and that starting up the LGBT society would prove me proactive, but couldn’t help fearing that Crowley + LGBT would prove me a devil-worshipping gaymosexual. As only an excerpt of my statement re. ideas/themes/inspirations was displayed at the exhibition, I don’t think anyone got to read about how well-read/proactive I was and so couldn’t make any assumptions about the state of my immortal soul. Foiled them again!)
In any case, it is about time I posted these images in their wholeness.
I returned to Brownsea in February with many lovely people. Thomas works with Tools For Self Reliance, mending tools. Annie had a sewing machine in need of repair. It was a beautiful moment. ‘Twas foreordained.
This is Tinker, who has been — quite happily — living wild for some time. The staff at the school he adopted, however, decided to take him to an animal rescue, so last Tuesday an Intervention was staged and here he is. Mostly he likes to wander, but he has decided that humans are a good source of food & attention and I will do as well as any other. So we have adopted each other. He’s about 18 months old and a terrible fidget. But he’s very sweet when he wants anything – which makes him a cold-hearted manipulative fiend, as I had already suspected.