CosmiKnot

Today I walked up Den Hill Past the museum with its historic recipe for gingerbread Through the Carfax with a memorial for the war dead I did all this whilst sitting still  Today I walked up old Den Hill Into the park where, as a child, I watched a re-enactment of the American Civil-War Down past football pitches where I longed a spectacular goal to score I did all this whilst sitting still Today I walked upon Den Hill Up past the Co-op that was once a Spar and before that a Vivo Behind the house where I grew up kicking a ball against a wall, a place we had to leave though I did all this whilst sitting still Today I took a walk up to Den Hill Past Waterstone's the bookshop serving coffee and posting handwritten recommendations  About life changing insights and transformative story-telling sensations I did all this whilst sitting still Today I walked up to Den Hill Down the Causeway towards the old Parish Church Through the golden daffodils in the graveyard where for ...

Tank Tracks Flinty chalk path Hard under foot Hard under my feet My painful feet Follow it South to the brow of the wheat field Shimmering in the surprisingly chilly breeze On this cosmically hot day A day so hot it feels portentous Why have you never bothered to come here before? You’re too late to see the Churchill tank I know you’ve taken this path Past the leaving path-blockers (a theory you’re developing) And down into the history of military training exercises But you’re too late What do you mean? Look I’m on top of it? It’s here it says so on the map And here too on my smart phone. Churchill tank So you look for further directions Scrolling down on the downs You find an article in the West Sussex County Times Explaining how this treasured landmark Becoming increasingly overgrown Disappearing back into the landscape Rusting into the ground Providing a direct route to the real people Who sacrificed everything Who gave ...

The Fungus Foray and Rhizomatic Being Full Fungus Foray images Before setting off on today’s fungus foray I’d been thinking about memory. About how memory is perhaps not simply within the brain waiting to be picked up off the shelf but rather is in the objects around us. I was standing in the back garden looking at my neighbour from hell’s ladder. I found it hard to look at the ladder without relieving the various kinds of abuse we have suffered at his hands. (Thanks to a police visit he seems to have gotten the message that everyone has a right to live without fear of abuse). Still I was ok and it seemed to demonstrate how objects in the outside world don’t just trigger memory they help embody it. Ever since attending a lecture about consciousness by Marcus du Sautoy (Professor for public understanding of science at Oxford University) at The Barbican I’ve had a sense of unease about the way we conceive of our consciousness from a machine-like perspective. It’s similar to visual...