Tag Archives: Fife Psychogeography

the last sound of an echo

. . t h e    l a s t    s o u n d    o f    a n    e c h o . t h e    l a s t    s o u … Continue reading

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When natural cycles turn, brutalist windows can dream of trees…

. a flower expresses itself by flowering, not by being labelled Patrick Geddes That blue There – beyond the iris heads. As if a grey tarpaulin has been peeled back across the eyeball of the sky. . Spring light, a different … Continue reading

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Some Questions of the Drift

“I ask you:  – What is the weight of light?“ – Clarice Lispector ≈ ≈ ≈ . . .  – What are the colours of time? . . . . .  – What are the sounds of the stones? . . .. … Continue reading

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Silverburn: in the flux and flow of place

≈ We are walking out, along the shoreline, from Leven towards Lundin Links. Coastal energies are in full flow, our field of vision filled with an excess of sand, sea and sky. In the distance, an intensity of white light … Continue reading

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An Almost Supernatural Manifestation…

I must have taken this journey hundreds of times. The railway crossing over the Firth of Forth, rumbling through the three red diamonds of the Rail Bridge. The train window frames a changing canvas of sea and sky as weather … Continue reading

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Ephemera: Dead Cars Dream …

c d e a d r r e s a m c d e a d r s d r e a l c h e m y m Now playing: Poltergeist- Your Mind is a Box (Let Us Fill … Continue reading

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The Poppies are in the Field: Pattiesmuir 26th June 2013

. The poppies are in the field But don’t ask me what that means – Julian Cope There is no long march of progress in this field. No future enlightenment to strive for.                 … Continue reading

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