AJ Reid

Notes from the Paradise Peninsula

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When I’m gone and turned to dust,
You’ll still click my link, I trust,
Give us a like or even a love,
I’ll be watching from above,
If creation truly be not a sin,
Maybe my uploads will get me in?

Followers come and followers go,
Like lovers you never really know,
Unless they too have uploaded theirs,
And put in order their affairs,
So that they can also live forever,
By seeding clouds with their endeavour,
Hoping there might come a rain,
To drop them back to earth again,
If only to give a vague idea,
Of what it meant when they were here.

Will doc files cleanse the streets,
And bring on revolution?
Bedroom wavs rock halls of power,
Halting executions?
Will jpegs of outstanding worth,
Become like stained-glass,
Worshipped by some hipster,
Still talking out of his arse?

But what happens when,
The wind blows again,
And we all take shelter below?
If we survive,
Will we be deprived,
Of the things that we love and know?
If the cloud blows away,
And the authorities say,
That it was always our decision,
We submitted and signed,
We’ll become deaf and blind,
Under a deluge of derision,
Incision and division bells,
Silencing the voices,
That scream against the toughened glass,
Of gilted Rolls-Royces.

Take your books below with you,
And cherish all your vinyl,
So that if the cloud should fall as rain,
Your ecstasy won’t be final.

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The Shed of Revelations

 

Occasionally, a group of us undertake clean-up operations on the local beach and one day we came across something unusual.  The dilapidated shed that had been there for years hidden in the bushes looked different somehow:

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We went a little closer to investigate and found something rather wild:

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No-one knew what to make of it.  As you can imagine, we were all intrigued enough to walk right on up to it:

 

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Someone had meticulously stitched pages of the Bible – mostly from the book of Revelations – with fishing line and suspended them from what remained of the ceiling.  Some had been sewn into surrounding bushes, vines and roots, also.

 

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We all stood in silence as the pages fluttered in the summer evening breeze, the sunlight catching the pages and creating strange dancing shadows on the collapsing walls of the shed.  Someone finally spoke up:

‘What does it mean?’

No-one had an answer.

That night, I hardly slept and when I did, I dreamt about the shed of Revelations.  The next day I knocked on the door of the house that was nearest the shed.  A lady answered and I asked if she knew anything about what we’d seen the day before, because we had all found it so intriguing.  She went pale and seemed quite upset as she denied any knowledge of it at all before slamming the door in my face.

The next day, it was gone, sadly.  Not just the fishing line and the pages from the Bible, but the whole shed razed to the ground.

In a way, it was sad and frustrating, because I would have liked to find out what would drive someone to go to all that trouble.  On the other hand, the fact that it was only there for a day or two adds to the mystery and romance of it.  Was it meant to be art?  A message?  A creative cry for help?  A warning, even?

I suppose we’ll never know …

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Chinatown Sketch

In tribute to one of my favourite films, I thought I’d sketch a scene to try out my new art stuff.  I haven’t drawn or painted anything since my A-levels and even though this is just a quick scrawl, it feels really good to be doing it again.

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Street Carnival in Birkenhead, UK 1902

What a great photograph.  Is it any wonder that A Smaller Hell is set in this weird and wonderful town?

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