Conspiracy theorism is a form of mental pathology. It’s attractive to gullible or malevolent minds because it enables, among other things, scapegoating, absorption in mystery and a sense of being superior, each of which is attractive, depending on the personality of the individual.
It also fosters a sense of victimhood, always popular with bullies. But conspiracy theories depend on suspension of critical faculty. The theory believer is too attached to the glamour of the theory, and its benefits, to deploy critical faculty. Some people, overwhelmed by the world, find reassurance in them, some kind of temporary mental/emotional comfort and “explanation”.
In fact, the theory believer willingly distorts their critical faculties to accept only selective information, fastened on with great zeal, and reject anything that detracts from or disproves the theory. Conspiracy theories also depend on arrogance on the part of the believer.
The great religions & mystery traditions teach that all things work together for good, however crazy they seem, and that from enlightened perspective, everything makes sense. Poetry & art are rich with evocations of this understanding and we’ve all been touched by it at moments.
The modern conspiracy theory fashion is a murky shadow of a shadow of a shadow of a shadow of this eternal truth, warped and distorted. May it serve to show us, ever more clearly, how to not be swayed by bullshit
I once knew a man whose heart was big and open
Said he could see the beauty in us all.
Thank you all who have visited. You all matter.
My wish to you all for 2020 and beyond –
Invest In Yourself
Follow your soul
Be kind to yourself and others
Set an intention
You are awakening
Third eye is opening
Watch your thoughts
You are remembering who you are
Some People never go crazy. What a truly horrible life they must live.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented? Well, who are you not to be? As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence liberates others.
Over the past couple of years, my appreciation for the simplicity with which the world is rendered by black and white film has grown. I have exposed many a roll of b&w over the years, but more often I find myself appreciating how much quieter black and white is. Sure, the scenes can still be dramatic, but there can sometimes be a brashness to colour that I don’t seem to find as much in black and white film. It makes for a simpler, quieter world…. at least how I use it. And I guess that is the chicken meeting the egg. Is the world really that much softer of personality in black and white, or do I see and record such a world when I am in a black and white film mentality? Am I finding what I seek, or seeking what I find?
There is something to be said about how a film or a lens or a camera influences and feeds how you think, look and photograph. The technical qualities of a specific camera, or roll of black and white film aside, it is important to be aware of the mental process that is engaged when using a certain piece of equipment.
Is the world simpler and quieter in black and white, or do I make it thus because I was in a mood to go looking for it and chose the right equipment to pursue that? Yes and yes and sometimes no.
On October 17th, 18th, and 19th, in celebration of the 40th anniversary of “Heroes”, and in collaboration with Arts Brookfield and WNYC’s New Sounds Live, Jonathan Meiburg, Emily Lee, Sadie Powers, Lucas Oswald, and Josh Halpern (Shearwater and Loma) were the nucleus of an all-star lineup performing Bowie’s entire “Berlin Trilogy” of albums (1979’s Lodger, 1978’s “Heroes”, and 1977’s Low) at the magnificent Winter Garden Atrium at Brookfield Place in lower Manhattan.
Shearwater Manchester Nov 2012
Jonathan and David
Boys keep swinging. Me in my Hometown 1978
Sound and Vision Home 2019
Callac November 2018
The Silence holds with its gloved hand the wild hawks of the mind
Sue and JB – Malvran November 2018
Pink Granite Coast November 2018
Two Dachshunds One Bench Chartres 2018
Laughter And Forgetting
Sue Plusquellec December 2018
Damn. Pete Shelley gone. Woke up this morning to Rain and Wind and this very sad news. The Buzzcocks were and are a big part and firm favourite of mine, and I was fortunate to be able to meet with Pete a few times and tell him so.
Pete used to call at our flat in the early 80s at Old Lansdowne Road Didsbury Manchester. One of the girls I shared with was Carole Morley and Pete had a crush on her. Whisked her off to Paris at the drop of a hat. I remember him so well as if it was yesterday. A real Northern Gent. I lost touch through the years and this image is the only one I could find in my archives. I am often amazed that not more get lost through moving house, county, city, country. I remember when I first arrived in Manchester and Homosapien was one of my favourite records. I also recall that XL1 had some sort of floppy disk to use with a Sinclair ZX. The original release was packaged with a computer program which featured lyrics and graphics which displayed in time with the music. Non amazing now, but was a big thing then. Travel on well punk pioneer and ace Mancunian songsmith.