on commodification of the soul

Adam: “I fear facebook postings represent the digitalised commodification of the individualised self – for corporate gain in consumer society”

The Rowers: “But it might not be quite as simple as that lol”

the hut

dense sea mist dampens dune’s air, low december sun shines through – strange chimney pots peak up in places – bare sands stretch beyond horizon. imprints on beech of waved patterns, bits of washed up rubbish, wood, stones, pebbles – no sea about, no people – eventually white and red tower of lighthouse emerges, it’s hardly noticeable, stranded in mist, beam long since switched off

time for mug of tea in café (a greasy spoon with nietzsche sipping riesling in picture up above table number 6 – empty – a buddha on wall also) and cheese toastie. philosopher’s hut is how the establishment is known… there a newspaper contains a piece on big thinkers with snippets on ‘theory of everything’ and ‘smart design’

tiny bit rundown, but with fine views of lighthouse from window seat – time to turn the page, competing paradigms presented: human minds only offer partial insights at best. meaning and purpose to be created through us, temporarily at least, “brown sauce or ketchup?” briefly ordering words with the tanka formation, then dismantling and reassembling: a bit more ‘first thought-worst thought’ – kind of

name trails

ronald stuart and tranströmer are united by a name, but its spelling and positioning differs for each;

tranströmer’s thomas misses an ‘h’

moon’s shining on churchyard witnessed by pair of eyes on remote peninsula – the patterns and shadows of carved angles absorbed; above a drone and a light flicker from flight path,

on a clear day there would be a trail left in blue sky

the gallic taunter

the taunter: “pig-dogs, i fart in your general direction; have you seen this re-enactment?”

fredric: “is this all we’re left with, the imitation of dead styles?”