My dreams are colours, at first beyond
Then foul spaces
In a need of a teller
One way myth
My low travel forming of the way
Redding bright
A sun bone ancient
Blind goddess barely nude
wrote this in under two minutes
library tristan gooleys the natural navigator navigating by the sand dunes, sun,stars, moom , waves, wind and shdows brought back memories of my making a micronesian star compass (not yet useful in north west england I admit) and a sun compass if i had a big enough garden i would make a rock star compass showing the direction of the rising and falling of stars in my neighbourhod
six feet over a journey in serach of the soul looking at scientfic experiments, mediums fake and real,spectral infrasound OBEs and EVP
crime and punisment in victorian england- nothing i like more than a damned good hanging its make justice worthwhile
Passage by john morley long incredibly detailed picacaresque novel about the life of a 500 year old man from livng as a white captive of natives in the post columbian earthy paradise to 17th century colonial brazil , pre civil war new orleans, chicago of the worlds fair and onto freakshows , early hollywood and post war las vegas
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