From The Archaic Revival by Terence McKenna: ‘What is happening to our world is ingression of novelty toward what Whitehead called “concrescence”, a tightening gyre. Everything is flowing together. The “autopoetic lapsis”, the alchemical stone at the end of time, coalesces when everything flows together. When the laws of physics are obviated, the universe disappears, [...]
The Digbeth area has long been known as the spiritual home to the city’s Irish community, but did you know that one of Ireland’s most famous literary sons – a certain James Augustine Aloysius Joyce – once resided there? James Joyce and his lover Nora Barnacle arrived in Birmingham in 1920. They were about to [...]
Of my first glimpse of the vile abominations I have this to say: there seemed to be four of them, slime-spewing, protoplasmic monstrosities draped in membranous cloaks of red, orange, lilac and powder blue. Their very presence was a ghastly affront to every known law of nature: it was as though Michael Winner had arrived at a fancy-dress party in the guise of Shirley Temple.
Irish Brummie comedy writer, occasional stand-up and lapsed raconteur. Despised by a world he has sworn to perplex.