I'VE JUST INVENTED THE BLOBBOGRAPH

This is a new form of graphic communication, (or most probably it isn't), but these two examples of this sort of mutant Venn diagram show some of the differences between the roles in my life before I retired two years ago , and after.

BEFORE


AFTER


So it seems that there could be an analogy between the impact of retirement on my life and that of the internet and its associated technological innovations on the print media. Whereas as one element used to predominate now various differing ones compete and overlap in confusing way and believe me, I wish I knew how to monetise it!

PAIN

This is one element in my whole post retirement way of life that I have not yet mentioned, and the fact that I haven't yet mentioned it might be due to my socialisation, (big boys don't cry etc), and because for me it is a constant background to my waking hours. It is concentrated in my legs and feet and gets worse every day the more standing and walking that I do. It is bearable, I can walk, cycle and even climb stairs, although I am beginning to fear that more and more.

It exhausts me, especially after a six hour shift in the Birkbeck bar, when I can get it, I need a lot of sleep to rest and recover. It slows everything up. it took me hours to get up, do housework and get to College this morning.

http://gptu.net/orjo/WS310025.WMA This is a link to a recording I made whilst throwing the empty bottles from the night before in Birkbeck Bar into recycling bins, which is my first task of the day when I work there as a barman. I doubt if you'd know what it was if I hadn't described it, but it does give a slight idea of what constant background pain is like.

I am wrestling with sound all the various instructions make including audio seem easy, it ain't.

MORE AGIT PROP POSTED ON GPTU & GLeft BLOGS

Yesterday it rained heavily and incessantly I went to supermarket then drank gin and wrote minutes for hours. At the moment they're on the Green Left Blog (follow link if you're a nerd for for the boring minutiae of obscure political organisations).

As I get older my bladder gets weaker so I got up to piddle in the middle of the night and a blackbird sang, either the first of the dawn chorus or an all-nighter kept awake by urban light pollution.


Hear the blackbird here


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Poetry rehearsal for the event listed below, to suffer for my art click on the link:
http://gptu.net/orjo/WS310023.WMA
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This AUGUST DOCUMENT was mired in the strange procedures of LOSS. It resided behind bookcases and migrated seasonally in and out of files and plastic wallets. Its owner believed it lost but in a dream a crested murrulet flew from the drear guano streaked cliffs of an ancient clime and vouchsafed that it would be found again. IT has been GORN GORN GORN now it is BACK all other versions are as false as cardboard canapés containing rubber seafood, they will make your teeth bounce back and lead you into a morass of misapprehenspoons

The above is something I wrote this morning prior to going to a script m eeting/ rehearsal with my collaborators in a shortly forthcoming and badly prepared poetry show. (above)