storm
There is a vague tradition in my blogs of writing after thunderstorms; my first post ever, on my old journal, several meaningful occasions afterwards, etc... the one that came last night was loud, mighty, violent - a dramatic welcome to the inner city. My first night in my new place, on Drummond road, & kind of echoing the volcanic street life here - in St. Paul's, the ghetto!
It was a weird first day; the guy who had the room before me hadn't cleared out very thorough, and I found myself sorting through the leftover scraps of a life - smells of dust and cannabis, scellotaped disjointed music artworks, a box of 50 floppy disks, black stones scattered here and there, a holiday brochure, some bottles of wine, the labels in italian or spanish, a spanish sweet.. bits of wood, some polish, a receipt with a scrawled name and e-mail address, drying flower petals, candle wax, an artwork about the ending of dreams...
the whole house feels like this, pervaded by a strange atmosphere, half-creative, half-abandoned. Protest posters on the walls, chipped bright coloured paint here and there, fresh vegetables abandoned, half-finished art and building projects on the walls and floor...
& the only person I've met is a crazy irishman...
It was a weird first day; the guy who had the room before me hadn't cleared out very thorough, and I found myself sorting through the leftover scraps of a life - smells of dust and cannabis, scellotaped disjointed music artworks, a box of 50 floppy disks, black stones scattered here and there, a holiday brochure, some bottles of wine, the labels in italian or spanish, a spanish sweet.. bits of wood, some polish, a receipt with a scrawled name and e-mail address, drying flower petals, candle wax, an artwork about the ending of dreams...
the whole house feels like this, pervaded by a strange atmosphere, half-creative, half-abandoned. Protest posters on the walls, chipped bright coloured paint here and there, fresh vegetables abandoned, half-finished art and building projects on the walls and floor...
& the only person I've met is a crazy irishman...