A Dark Man

Morning sun breaks through the trees, pausing him as gentle shadows creep onto walls. A smile twitches at his lips as he finishes pouring the coffee. Hot, sweet and molten it fragrances the air, cast on the breeze that sends light cotton window coverings fluttering into the room. He walks to the desk, across creaking floorboards, through shadow and light, enjoying the cinematic overtures cast out in miniature. He knows this is no <em>film noir</em> moment yet his life shares the same dark grainy feel on occasion, a sense of looming trouble, a foreboding throb. He sits. The tools of his trade are laid out before him, gleaming softly as the curtains waft light across their surface, dancing reflections to …

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A Dark Man

Morning sun breaks through the trees, pausing him as gentle shadows creep onto walls. A smile twitches at his lips as he finishes pouring the coffee. Hot, sweet and molten it fragrances the air, cast on the breeze that sends light cotton window coverings fluttering into the room. He walks to the desk, across creaking floorboards, through shadow and light, enjoying the cinematic overtures cast out in miniature. He knows this is no film noir moment yet his life shares the same dark grainy feel on occasion, a sense of looming trouble, a foreboding throb. He sits. The tools of his trade are laid out before him, gleaming softly as the curtains waft light across their surface, dancing reflections to …

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I is writed

So I took another shot at ‘writing’ something. I’m not sure if it’s any good, I’ll let you all judge that. Ridicule it if you must but I do find these creative moments quite fun. It’ll be here in a bit, I’m just giving it one last edit…

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Continuance

Having been off work for a few days (a bad cold, I’ll live), and when not sleeping, sneezing or blowing my nose, I’ve been thinking about this blog and if I can commit to a more regular schedule of posting. The recent posts on Consideration Layers were, I hoped, designed to prompt comment and discussion, two things that I can’t seem to make much headway into here. I have pretty good RSS reading figures but this remains a small blog, with a low numbers of readers. Whilst I do try and keep a reserve of possible topics, I still tend to react to things when posting here but hopefully the coming months will change that. For one, we are getting …

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Sick note

I have the lurgy. It is passing but it renders me a useless lump, energyless and uncohesive. Typical man, I know. I had planned to write a follow up to the previous post but my muse has left me. Perhaps I really am an artist, pulling on sorrow and pain to reach places untapped. Or perhaps I’m just being over dramatic, it’s only a cold fer feckssake.

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Writer Blocked

The morning haze dissolves, and the fields burn gold under piercing blue. Wisps of cloud slowly scroll across the view, lazily floating on a distant breeze bringing glimmers of respite as the heat builds. The harsh light renders crisp shadows, overhanging branches mirrored black on tarmac. The heat descends, shimmering air closes on the landscape and a dull stillness takes hold. Beads of sweat on skin catch the faintest breeze, long grass sways and all around is quiet. Soft sounds drift through the air, animals and insects quietly complain, subdued and lifeless. Somewhere a story unfolds, an everday tale unwinds in the steamy heat. Perhaps a stooped man, slowly picking his way through the maze of heat as he makes …

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Writer Blocked

The morning haze dissolves, and the fields burn gold under piercing blue. Wisps of cloud slowly scroll across the view, lazily floating on a distant breeze bringing glimmers of respite as the heat builds. The harsh light renders crisp shadows, overhanging branches mirrored black on tarmac. The heat descends, shimmering air closes on the landscape and a dull stillness takes hold. Beads of sweat on skin catch the faintest breeze, long grass sways and all around is quiet. Soft sounds drift through the air, animals and insects quietly complain, subdued and lifeless. Somewhere a story unfolds, an everday tale unwinds in the steamy heat. Perhaps a stooped man, slowly picking his way through the maze of heat as he makes …

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Consideration Layer Model II

I had planned to write more about this idea but as yet I’ve not had the time to properly flesh out my ideas. I’m also taking the lack of comment on this as a good thing (everyone agrees) rather than a bad thing (no-one is reading). So, to try and briefly summarise what it is I’m blithering on about, I thought I’d try a different tact. Namely, a diagram: There are multiple paths down through the layers, with each layer and each consideration being linked to one another. There are some things I’m still ironing out but it fits the way MY brain thinks. What about yours?

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Does no-one care?

To my knowledge there is no Fake Gordon. This fact doesn’t disturb me unduly, I’m quite glad there isn’t a fake version of me on the internet. However I am a little miffed that I’M not getting sent anything from some unknown stalker stranger… although, frankly, if I were, I’m not sure Care Bears would be all that welcomed. For the record, I AM NOT FAKE SEVITZ. If I was the address would read “FKAESEVITZ” 😉 … Regardless, this is bizarrely funny. Bravo Fake Sevitz, Bravo!!

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