Night Soil

I have just heard that a whole room of Norwich MA students are being given a lecture about my blogs.

Hello Norwich

This would be funny if they were looking at it live, if not its a bit sad.

I’m writing a residency proposal at the moment. Here’s a quote:

“Douglas Adams posited that successful flight could only be achieved if the aviator allowed themselves to be distracted from the reality of falling (and the ground) at the last minute.”

I don’t think I’ll get it.

Ways not to start a post after a long absence.

1. “Its been a long time since my last post”

Who am I kidding here? – either people know this already or this is their first time and their eyes are already closing. Also it sounds a bit like a visit to the confessional (this would be good if I was about to reveal something salacious, but I’m not)

2. “I’m sorry for not writing sooner”

No one else is. There are hundreds of blogs here, one less won’t do any harm. Or, alternatively, if someone has been waiting, this raises all sorts of awkward questions: “Well where have you been?”, “blogging somewhere else?”, “Why not here?”, “don’t you love us?”

3. “ways not to start a post after a long absence”

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Anyway enough twaddle, the ghost of my undead mother stands at my shoulder. She is ‘not dead’, not ‘a zombie’, I just feel her influence when writing (mostly about punctuation).

I have been blogging elsewhere and have been well… too lazy to keep this blog on the go. I do tend to have long periods of laziness and boredom and, on the whole, I don’t think they do any harm. I have been pulled back into action by a couple of comments on my previous post about the Artsway Open. Susan Francis was kind enough to tell me she was going to the opening and to report back on what it was like (I was stuck in Ipswich). I had entered a drawing of a spaceship on a whim having forsworn opens for all eternity. I didn’t expect to get in, but my choice of submission was based on how easy it would be to post it if it did. (and I had a nice photo for the email submission). Sue said everything else in the show is quite serious and my little drawing is not. Here is a picture of it

Trapped in my lair suffering from a depressive illness I have been working on an arts council grant application to lure thousands of artists to their deaths. Today I finally pressed the “submit” button (actually I pressed it about 10 times and had to fiddle the numbers before it was finally sent) . The full story of the application can be read at www.pearlville.blogspot.com

I will try to keep this blog up to date with any future developments