The City, The Country
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Corpsey
bandz ahoy
I had a little moment just now looking out of the window at my parents' garden, there were about five birds 'brawling in the eaves' (or in the bushes, to be more accurate) and I just watched them darting about, stop-motioning
And i thought 'ahhh. this is the point of the country.'
I envisioned myself setting out food for the birds in london and immediately thereupon i saw a horde of diseased boss-eyed pigeons descending on it, shitting everywhere
And i thought 'ahhh. this is the point of the country.'
I envisioned myself setting out food for the birds in london and immediately thereupon i saw a horde of diseased boss-eyed pigeons descending on it, shitting everywhere
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
You can see here how depressed I was in lockdown, obviously
When a man tires of london he's tired of etc
Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
Too exhausted and despondent even type the word 'London.' 🙁
Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
Not really my bag, but whatever floats your boat m8.
Murphy
cat malogen
sus
Moderator
To speak against London is no longer fashionable. The Earth as an artistic cult has had its day, and the literature of the near future will probably ignore the country and seek inspiration from the town. One can understand the reaction. Of Pan and the elemental forces, the public has heard a little too much—they seem Victorian, while London is Georgian—and those who care for the earth with sincerity may wait long ere the pendulum swings back to her again. Certainly London fascinates. One visualises it as a tract of quivering grey, intelligent without purpose, and excitable without love; as a spirit that has altered before it can be chronicled; as a heart that certainly beats, but with no pulsation of humanity. It lies beyond everything; Nature, with all her cruelty, comes nearer to us than do these crowds of men. A friend explains himself; the earth is explicable—from her we came, and we must return to her. But who can explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning—the city inhaling—or the same thoroughfares in the evening—the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religion’s opportunity—not the decorous religion of theologians, but anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort—not any one pompous or tearful—were caring for us up in the sky.
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
You fool
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
I do worry that something has been ruined in me, cos nowadays I can't imagine living in the country without wanting to blow my brains out within a month
But then, when I do go back to the country nowadays it's to see my parents, who I love but other than them it's a complete desert to me
There's nobody on the street when you walk around
Obviously in London there's often TOO MANY people but I like the feeling that life is happening around me
Maybe if my friends all move to the country in 10-20 years I'll follow suite.
I'd rather not though, I love having the galleries and cinemas and pret a mangers so close
But then, when I do go back to the country nowadays it's to see my parents, who I love but other than them it's a complete desert to me
There's nobody on the street when you walk around
Obviously in London there's often TOO MANY people but I like the feeling that life is happening around me
Maybe if my friends all move to the country in 10-20 years I'll follow suite.
I'd rather not though, I love having the galleries and cinemas and pret a mangers so close
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
IdleRich
IdleRich
Where are you at Corpsey?
