It struck me as a lost day
Meandering around the spaces I call home
I wonder again into that thought,
Where am i going with this?
Whom and what? and why? and How did it?
By ship, by plane, by train, by automobile.
What gear is it in?
And where did someone put those window wipers?
Is it overly pretentious to change the spelling of your name in certain performative situations i.e. shows, Facebook, Tumblr etc.
As the preamble becomes absurd, a kiss leaps down the throat
exploding out to the limbs .
We come back, to a fabric maze of awkward fumbling.
An arm grabs a leg
and it guides it through.
arriving measuring the birthday suits
1.To read 15 books this year.
2.To go to Thailand - this needs to be done.
3.Run an alotted distance for charity.
4.To make a half an hour show and show it to peeps.
5.How We Run will finish and perform waterwalk.
6.Get out of the catering industry into arts or charity work.
7.Grow a tash for Movember.
8.Send Christmas cards - I miss that time of year in school that sort of descends into a popularity contest but is also quite heart warming when you receive one.
- Me: (Walking down my road, near my house, it's dark)
- Random Guy: (Stops and turns towards me) Do you ever wonder why the worlds so crazy?
- Me: (thinking...)
- Me: (I catch his badge which reads: Jesus Christ...) Oh your a church..Fuck off!! (I turn my back and walk off )
- Evidence my catholic education has taught me something - though slightly saddened and also relieved I didn't rant at him about the joys of atheism.
Buzzing from new music I am in the mood to rave!!!!…Though apparently it’s time for bed cus’ i has all this stuff to do.
Me: Cheeky Drink..? :)
My conscience: No!
M: But I need to dance…
C: …what terribly? Get your Rihanna hand out and think your The MALE GAGA again. Please no, you remember what happened last time…?
M: What do you mean…?
C: *Unbroadcastable thought*
M: Ohhhhhh…yeeaahhh. Nighterzzzz
While tidying my room I find this…my Ut Astrum Una Hora Bio
Born to two physics teachers in Morecambe, Lancaster, Dr Christopher Rowland had an early love of science and mathematics. After receiving various degrees from Cambridge University and Massachusetts Institute of Technology, among others, he made great theoretical advances in the field of avionics and astrodynamics. Realising his achievements in this field he earned a deserved place with the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) working on the Orion project. Returning to England in 2008 to be closer to his family, he is currently Head Aerospace Engineer for the Kronos II Mission.
I’m feeling guilt,
not artistic guilt,
the sort of guilt you feel when you’ve walked into someone elses party.
It’s the kind where you feel you don’t deserve an award,
or a title,
specifically of being called or named an artist.
I’m not going to pretend that confusion doesn’t dominate my everyday life and the idea that knowing who I am and writing it down on a bit of paper, or within an application still makes me feel weird.
Though this I feel is different, in the sense that being called an artist reflects very much on how one is seen as well as how one sees oneself.
In a sense I don’t want to be seen as an artist, as in some senses it might be pretentious or arrogant even.
Another point would be the work I have made so far doesn’t feel like it deserves the title of art.
Being given the same badge in Hatch as artists such as Tom Marshman and Action Hero among others feels ludicrous.
I feel in some senses that I haven’t found the work I want to play with yet, or a process that deserves an involvement. I’ve always liked the bizarre, queer stuff / the stuff that eats you up and shits you out the other side/ the colourful extravagance that destroys itself in self indulgence/ the unfathomable/the quirky unbelievable story that didn’t really tell you much. Not the pretentious minimalism which looks at itself like it’s gods mirror that he has kindly lent to you. (which i think Claque almost tried to be)
To be continued…
My heart is with Greece in these dark times, what a brilliant country from the people to the breathtaking scenery. Every since I went over there on holiday to meet relations and relax, I left a bit of myself there in Leonidio. In the harbour’s water, the red cliff tops, μουστάκι (pronounced moo-sty-keys), the echos of the mountains when dynamite hits, Nick, the olive grove farm, Easter celebrations…
Just put some new pics on my website - check them out- its coming together piece by piece:)
Just got my first website up and running www.krisrowland.com - me needs feedback.