Notes from Nowhere

miðvikudagur, nóvember 22, 2006

the fluid electric

One more dimension -
into a wonderground,
through a hatch in the bridge
the long red carpet.
An unkept secret,
I walk, past a dozen brick arches
built for a team of giants.
And here found humanity,
where once orphans survived,
in the damp and the dark
under clattering carriages
of the early commuters
and away from explosions.
now, the cracking percussion
and invention of utilities
is fused with futures
in the confected sounds
of intelligence, abstracted
- we sit in the theatre,
full of joy, and awed
by the sublime articulation
of the fluid, electric.

written in response to 'not-applicable' collective, shunt arches, london bridge 10/11/2006

sunnudagur, nóvember 19, 2006


Outside the library,
two younger men and an older.
I speak English to the operators
Keep him talking -
what did you have for breakfast today? -
he clutches his heart
and slips in and out of conciousness

He is a cold devotee,
of that warmth
alchohol offers, and rips away -
the hardcore version of my own idol,
the sugarrush.

In his desparate and childlike, frozen state,
he gets under my skin
and I realize my good fortune;
and wonder about how best to help people
The paramedic has seen it all before
and gets him standing, and warm -
these arts of ours don't seem at all relevant,
yet perhaps more relevant than ever.

Humbled I am,
and twice humbled
When I wash my hands.

föstudagur, nóvember 17, 2006


Today may have broken the dam - I started recording my best song
(rather than the most obscure, the shortest, the oldest or the most
recent), and for the first time in ages, played some bass, which I
did for a living for seven years but have more recently kept at arms
length. Its a part of how I am, but I don't want to be stuck with it.

The song in question has the same title as this post, and it is about
the feeling (most often felt on top of a mountain) that even though
and in fact because you are completely alone, you are completely
with everyone - in an essential human way.
Through solitude comes humanity.

I can't mention the song without mentioning Bob, my Up friend. Here's
what I wrote about him before, and I think its still true. He's off
on his own on Sunday, for six nights in fact.

One reason that I haven't written posts for a long while is that I am
more fluent in the medium of song than prose/ poetry. And that my
temperament is such that I tend to do lots and lots of things, rather
than one thing really well. And of course (please let me know of any
good opposites to this), the people who have most inspired me have
been really good at at least one thing. So I have been trying to
focus my energies on songwriting, and that means recording all the
songs I've written that would otherwise die with me, and writing
songs when in the inspired states that I have sometimes channelled
into this collection of writings.

Sometime you can hear some music. But not till its ready!

fimmtudagur, nóvember 16, 2006



I have moved, and I have changed;
and I am coming out of my shell.

So this space is no longer called anonblog.
Now it is called Atopia.

And I don't know whether I will ever write to it or not,
and I don't know what I will write to it either..

It might become a 'what I did today' space.

Anyway, please let me introduce myself,
My name is Tom.
And I am the President of Atopia.