Hello.
You’ve arrived somewhere. In an archive of someone’s scribblings. No-one in particular. As an eminent brain-care specialist once said “… just this guy, you know?” Or gal.
It’s called “The Site That Jack Built” because some years ago I’d just learned about a protest book I liked the sound of. And like the author of that book, I too dedicate my anonymous efforts to a Doctor Slop, but now some distant and deranged relative of the original Esteemed Slop perhaps. Yes, Dr Gonzo has become my patron – a man who crawled his way out of Kentucky miscreance and made himself into a Doctor of Divinity, or possibly journalism, we can’t be sure.
Many others have inspired me, but this place was meant for the kind of rambling and vaguely political ranting that only HST, the Good Doctor, could grunt in approval of.
I am very much prone to distraction and introspective reflection however. Don’t go expecting a coherent rhetorical or emotional experience as you peruse these pages. I don’t even like politics, so I don’t know why I’m still hosting a blog inspired by political writers.
I scribbled on my wall a while ago, “Live a good life, record it, die.” I guess this is part of that grand project.
Categories explained
Communication as Magic – Alan Moore kinda says that real magic and art (which I’d call ‘attempts at communication’) are the same thing. So this is me spending too much time on words, sounds, images in an attempt to decipher their meanings and rituals.
Counting the Days – sometimes I just like to write journal style, and if I don’t retrospectively apply a proper title or role to the piece, it goes here.
I Don’t Like Politics – yeah I don’t.
Notes – bits of ideas that aren’t articles/etc yet, but I fancy putting them up anyway.
Other sites
I now put most of my poetry up on scagmag.uk, but I’ll still talk about some here because apparently I like talking about my own writing process.
I also have a dream-like journal-land called lyingrosa.com, where I can be more relaxed with myself (or maybe she’s the witch who possessed me and stole half of my soul, who knows). In theory that’s all a bit more uncanny valley than here.
The Site That Jack Built 