I can’t quite remember why I composed this list except that it was some potential writing project on London. From the mid-1990s I think. ‘Y’ had no word…I inserted the question mark today. The formatting of the list is accidental.
Angel/ Azimuth Bell Cut Dock East Fall Grace History Intersection/Interstitial/Ice Junction Lost/lock Meander/Meridian North Obelisk Pocahontas/Pyramid/Panorama Queen’s House/Quicktime Ruins Subterranean/South Time Ur Vertical/V2 Wharf/West Xerxes (x-ray) Y? Zeppelin
As I have not done anything on this blog for some time I have decided on a small shift in its emphasis. Maybe it will encompass more that is not sound related (because writing about sound and music still proves mysterious to me).
I thought I would post some opening sections of aborted writing projects. Looking through old notes, I came across this undated, very short, enigmatic text:
Space isn’t what we think. Space is what we live in. All space is now or will be connected. From the mine-shaft outward to the places we have never been. Somewhere between these is where we live. The room, the street, the car, the city; all a single space flowing continuously….no wonder we are lost. Or is that just me?
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