A Brief History of Now

I seem to be mostly splattering the pages of Fuckery with my own amusements, and have had little urge to update on other aspects of my quite erratic life. A few major changes have occurred, good yet challenging, but my life always works in a way that where there is success there is also failure, where there is joy inevitably it is accompanied by pain, where there is peace along comes panic, where I think one thing and the opposite happens. This has never changed in my existence, when I look out at the stars, as Mr Wilde would have it, I am still in the gutter, and when I sit upon a star, my view is of the gutter. So be it.

I am still reading Henry Miller's "Black Spring", but looking forward to picking up "London Aphrodite" which is a selection of Elizabethan authors such as Alun Lewis, Dylan Thomas, Glyn Jones and Rhys Davies. It states in its introduction to the short stories that "The Welsh writers in particular, seem to have struck a rich vein of almost Rabelaisian humour in their sexual writings".

It was sad to hear that Chelsea has stopped her Blogging, I've been going back and forth from her Blog for many years now. It takes a lot of endurance to Blog over the years, and the virtual world has its own set of strange etiquette and human systems, all mapped out in information with not much actual firmness but it's a flimsy aura that surrounds our real-life identities, an aura we have decorated in many visual and expressionistic ways, hanging off our real selves like trinkets of ideas dangling from our minds.