An extract from my biography, part of a description of my first psychotic episode I had when I was 21
“Where there is no vision, the people perish” Proverbs 29:18 The universe had reached its final conclusion, was being sucked up into a giant black hole and born again, and I had been reborn as a salmon… I just wanted to be a salmon swimming in a river and have some peace… I remember thinking Blake was fire, and Keats was water… the words ‘this’ and ‘that’ were pointing to the empty nature of reality all the time, nothingness, ‘this’ was peaceful and ‘that’ was wrathful… in my apocalyptic head I saw I would become the white walker and walk …Read more
The pavilion Sundown, faint light in the sky Haunt of royalty
Woman so perfect Marblesculpted, lies by me How miraculous!
Whenever I feel A shift, I take one; the pills His Holiness blessed
Woman behind blinds Across the street; her body Naked, golden,warm
The trees like shadows Of things that have been and gone Await my presence
The trees are like ghosts Sentinels of the forest My presence is felt
The branches are white A squirrel runs up the trunk Everything is still
Snow covers the leaves The earth is covered with snow Thirst slaked from the sky
Watching the snow fall Like feathers swirling in space The roof is white too
Incense bowl, empty By it stands a gold buddha On the clean white shelf
Bath time, hot water The steam is rising from it Cold night, safe in here
A girl walking by Looks away so forcefully Our eyes never meet
The dogs in the car When they see me, start to yap Who are they, these folk?
Smoking cigarettes Breathing out bitter, hot plumes Where is happiness?
Motorways of concrete By the banks, the paper reeds Dandelions grow through the street So heavy and so deep Doctors with their needles Freemasons and police Fight the power to the source That makes the earth to bleed She held a basket of flowers And I thought she nearly cried The light it was arising So empty and too bright The dog can lead the way Its hopeless to symbolize I don’t know anymore And you can’t fight the tide Inside this Babylon, Zion I knew her once Crying for her children Down in the squat Through a …Read more
I could die today A bird glides above the trees The seagull of life