Blasts from the past and other matters

...i think so asdf.

But eddie seems say that something about giving written expression to memories sets synchronicity in motion
...or that the writing is a sort of 'forward memory' mentioned in your post.

Please correct me if this isn't so eddie

blue moon wrote:psychogeography...does this pertain to the way the land shapes development, how place affects behaviour?

I'm interested in the concept of a ...I don't know the German word for land/place, but if you added the suffix geist (in the manner of zeitgeist), then I'm interested in that. In the idea of some places having a strong spirit (sorry can't think of a more accurate term...'field', 'force'?). Many Indigenous cultures have specialist persons to 'read' the land.

Also I'm interested in the idea that places where events of great moment have occurred contain a residue of the emotional output engendered by the event, and that some people channel this.

Yes, all that's in the book. Aldgate was the site of an enormous 1665 Bubonic plague pit and in nearby Houndsditch archaeologists have recently excavated the graves of a thousand lunatics from the original medieval Bethlehem mental hospital (hence: Bedlam). No wonder it's such an unhealthy, insane place to work.

Aldgate station was bombed in WWII and again in the London Tube suicide bombings of 7/7.

Much as I liked Bruce Chatwin's 'Songlines', I find that I don't much care for him as a person- or at least as he projects himself in his writing. My Dante-esque persona is funnier and friendlier.

blue moon wrote:eddie seems say that something about giving written expression to memories sets synchronicity in motion
...or that the writing is a sort of 'forward memory' mentioned in your post.

Please correct me if this isn't so eddie.

Correct, but I've found the same effect to be much more powerful in live performance: ritual, if you like. Can't speak for painters because I don't/can't paint.

...let's call a truce on the spelling, eddie

blue moon wrote:...let's call a truce on the spelling, eddie

By all meens.

eddie wrote:

blue moon wrote:eddie seems say that something about giving written expression to memories sets synchronicity in motion
...or that the writing is a sort of 'forward memory' mentioned in your post.

Please correct me if this isn't so eddie.

Correct, but I've found the same effect to be much more powerful in live performance: ritual, if you like. Can't speak for painters because I don't/can't paint.

...I wrote a long post about this once, in the shaman performers thread, but then I think I deleted it because people often let you run off about these things and then roll their eyes behind your back.

so...did I tell you the one about the didgeridus on stage?

Do you remember the magic thread?

silviando wrote:that's what I call magic, "the connections" of people, places... through time.

silviando wrote:I couldn't give a concrete definition about it. It has to do with space, time and memory creating an illusion that I perceive real. That's why I call it magic I think, because it creates an illusion that seems to be real (even more real than anything).

hmmm I thought silviando didn't even know what she was saying but maybe she was onto something...

blue moon wrote:did I tell you the one about the didgeridus on stage?

Pray, tell. Shame you deleted the original post. No eye-rolling from me, I promise. As I've posted before, very strange things have happened to me on stage.

eddie wrote:

blue moon wrote:did I tell you the one about the didgeridus on stage?

Pray, tell. Shame you deleted the original post. No eye-rolling from me, I promise. As I've posted before, very strange things have happened to me on stage.

...and so, eddie (drumroll)...you first

Trance states on rare nights > telekinesis. The physical movement of objects.

...telekinesis. Yes.
I'd often stand at the mixing desk with the front-of-house guy at gigs. Unannounced to the audience 3 indigenous guys joined the band for the last song. There's a big didj solo in the middle.

It was challenging for the guy at the desk to get the didj's sounding good (each didj fed into a mike on stage), but he was up for the challenge. Halfway through the solo my eyes widened and I yelled at the mixer 'Gary...how are you getting that sound...it's brilliant.
Gary threw his his hands up and stepped back, screaming 'it's got a life of it's own...I'm not doing anything...it's out of control...look!' and indeed he had no control, the dials were peaking and the thing was working itself and the sound was amazing.

The room felt like it was vibrating so I went and stood against the walls. They were pulsing. At the end of the song the room was soundless. Nobody moved, and then the house lights came on. A slow clap turned into thunderous applause as people got their wits back. The audience was in a trance, to a man. It was fabulous.

But unfortunately words can't really express the numinous quality of the occasion...you had to be there.

...you are a man of few words eddie, and I am a garrulous woman!

blue moon wrote:you are a man of few words eddie, and I am a garrulous woman!

They say that opposites attract heh heh heh.

'Numinous': best word ever.

eddie wrote:Moony and Doc

Do you mind if I print a copy of this thread when it's run its course and stick it in the book, with due acknowledgements?

Eddie no problems I am ok with that.

...so, it's late. Again.

I've really enjoyed this chat eddie.

I just looked back and saw your post about Aldgate...fascinating. Perhaps we can take that up tomorrow.

blue moon wrote:I just looked back and saw your post about Aldgate...fascinating. Perhaps we can take that up tomorrow.

I really ought to be pressing on with the book while a window of opportunity presented by annual leave offers, but v. good to chat with you. I've justified to myself my ATU posts today because they're pertinent and because I made a major shopping expedition this morning: A4 printing paper, envelopes, plastic wallets, bulldog clips, scissors, mouse traps etc. Mouse traps? Sorry, yes, I've got mice. The little buggers know winter is on its way and they're moving indoors.

So, I've got to be careful about spending too much time here. Post away though, Moony, it's all good stuff and it's going in the book.I'll drop back in when I feel I've earned it.

Doc Watson wrote:Eddie no problems I am ok with that.

Thanks, doc.

asdf, is that OK with you?

yep

Thanks. All due acknowledgements will be made.

My job starts monday...I'm posting here in some mad fit of denial!
I have to wean myself away.

Those psycho-geography stories can wait.

blue moon wrote:My job starts monday...I'm posting here in some mad fit of denial!
I have to wean myself away.

Those psycho-geography stories can wait.

Best of luck. Most jobs are, more or less, crap. But it IS good to have some change to jingle: the only possible justification for the whole sorry transaction. Last week I took a step I've been contemplating for a couple of years or more and applied to switch to part-time working at 60% of my present salary, but with no extreme shifts involved and every weekend free.

I'll have to economise drastically (the fags will have to go, for a start), but at least I get my life back and the anger/stress/depression cyclical misery generated by working a rotating shift pattern ought to recede into the best-forgotten past.

...I'm doing the opposite: going from a spell of part-time with diminished responsibility, to full-time with anxiety. O well.

For my part, 13 years in Hades was quite enough:

Gonna find my way to heaven
'Cause I done my time in hell

(Before They Make Me Run- Keith Richards & Friends.)

...closest I came to hell was firing up the underground boilers in a laundromat in Earl's Court Road. On my own

Let the good Lord
Shine a light on you

(Shine a Light- The Rolling Stones.)

Tramps like us
Baby we were born to run

Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen