The Seagull Fetch: Songs from the Tenth Floor



My friend's tenth floor flat on Gilsochill offers views south like no other. There are also plenty of gulls milling about, perfect for a game of 'Seagull Fetch'...! And only the best of bread is used to feed these wonderful winged creatures!!

They love it.



























The Inner Circle: The 4 Central Perches

The inner circle refers not to Glasgow toy-train underground but to that series of perches from inside the city limits. I have already made efforts to extol the virtues of the perch for the contemplative human animal, and have noted a few of the outer ones in either this or my other cycling meds. blog. Naturally, the outer perches render a certain remoteness to one's being which is in itself a vital influence. Yet, the inner ones can do this to. I have often skipped up to Ruchill Flagpole from the canal knowing that noone will be up there. The same could be said for the three other inner perches of Queen's Park Flagpole, the Central Necropolis, or indeed, the prow on Bellahouston Park's hill.

Amongst these four compass points, one can garner a panoptic view of the city, without necessarily being in it. It is an experience that everyone needs to do at least once in their lives. Seeing this from different angles, in different lights, from skewed perspectives, is all in the canon of understanding 'Understanding'. 

Seeing is everything, and these perches, whether inner or outer, can helps us get there...



1. Bellahouston Park Hill.

What an absolutely amazing aspect south-west and west from the prow on the west side of Bellahouston hill. You can see the inimitable humps of Neilston Pad, Duncarnock Craigie, the Fereneze hills above Barrhead, Walls Hill Fort behind Johnstone, and then, turning clockwise, the lumps and bumps of the Inverclyde Hills (Laird's Seat, Mistylaw et al.). If we turn a little more clockwise, staring more or less due west, we can see the wonderfully ungainly Barscube Hill (in the third photo just to the left of the two towers, in the distance).






Mask


The mask holds a special place in the communities of indigenous peoples. It confers both identity and disguise. It opens up and encloses...

























The transformation mask is a particular mask within the canon of tribal masks, particularly of the Pacific Northwest. It has special powers, naturally. And holds an important place in the life of the community.

The title could also come to represent the masquerade that modern society has become, each person covering their selves up with conventions and fashions, and conditions. The mask could then be the closed in-ness that modern man has come to embrace, his exile from nature at large and from his animal brethren, and from the elements.






































































































The car is the great displacer of our age. It displaces us, disembodies us, dislocates us. It creates the 'global' by destroying the local.

It also has the added accolade of destructor, destructuring our landscapes with its concrete motor-ways, inflicting whip-marks on the Great Body of our Mother Earth. No land it seems is free from these concrete floggings, nor of vampiric siphonings and fracturings, and yet we would idolise the motor car for its speed, its convenience, and its comfort.

It is because of ease and convenience and comfort that we have become demented as a people, removed from the greater Mind that is the planet herself. Turning away from Nature at large we hide our selves within boxes and coded constructs, behind screens and media, and speed. As Telly Savalas' character states in the wonderful film Capricorn One (about masks being pulled over the eyes of the people), we have become a nation of perverts, having per-verted our own Nature through these banal concepts. In Nature, comfort only appears on the back of hardship, convenience on the back of inconvenience, and speed on the back of slowness. Yet, our modern society appears to be ALL ease, ALL comfort, ALL convenience, ignoring and even dismissing as 'negative' their supposed 'opposites'. When you have this lack of balance and equilibrium, this top-heaviness, where the 'positive' takes precedence over the 'negative' to such an extent that it anihilates it, then you are clearly off-balance, and out of kilter with the whole. This is modern society to a T, modern to be sure, but unstable with it, unbalanced and unhealthy (the latter word 'health' derives from the Old Norse hale from where we get 'whole')

We humans however, are animals, and animals are defined by their own locomotive powers, their ability to sense things, and their awareness (anima means 'Mind' in Latin). In abandoning our locomotion to a machine that not only dislocates us from the very fabric of the universe, space, but pollutes the air we need to survive, we have abandoned our animality and the very thing that makes us human, our contact with the earth (the word human comes from the Latin humus, meaning soil).

In order to become whole again, and healthy in the fullest sense, we have to understand the reciprocity of things (the coincidence of opposites) and the circular nature of Nature. When we understand this, we will baulk at the idea of being carried by a 'car'  - a machine that usurps our own auto-mobility and pollutes the air we breathe, and destroys the land we are part of. The only real engines are the natural ones inside us and inside all living forms. We need to tune our engines to hear these other quieter engines, lubricate them by walking and waking. We are listening beings after all. And you can't hear anything when you're stuck behind the wheel of a car.













Ten Kennys

Today, down by the riverside, ten kennys...