tag:alanjones.blog.co.uk,2009-11-11:/Thoughts - Ramblings - WordsMokoFeed2009-11-11T03:51:44+01:00tag:alanjones.blog.co.uk,2008-10-15:/2008/10/15/truth-4877139/alanj2008-10-15T19:29:46+02:002008-10-15T19:29:46+02:00 <p>Capturing truth from what we see, hear, feel and think is like catching the individual colours of a rainbow in your hand..</p> <p>Holding on to that truth is as difficult...</p> <p>Nov 2007<br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://alanjones.blog.co.uk/2008/10/15/truth-4877139/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:alanjones.blog.co.uk,2008-10-15:/2008/10/15/spell-casting-4877118/alanj2008-10-15T19:27:06+02:002008-10-15T19:27:06+02:00 <p><em>If we were to consider the universe is a quantum computer...</p> <p>Every particle, their spin, their charge could carry information... and could perhaps be programmed.</p> <p>The spoken word is but a wave which vibrates the air... could such waves also vibrate and change fundamental particles?</p> <p>Ummm... words programming the universe... structured chants; spells shape reality... a basis for magical thinking?</em></p> <p>Now I know there's a gulf between the science and the idea, but hey, this was just a random thought which popped into my head to be scribbled in a note book at 3.00am on the 22nd July 2007 and found again today when tidying my office!</p> <p>Alan<br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://alanjones.blog.co.uk/2008/10/15/spell-casting-4877118/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:alanjones.blog.co.uk,2008-01-21:/2008/01/21/politics~3611183/alanj2008-01-21T19:50:55+01:002008-01-21T19:53:22+01:00 Truth is a corpse, a rotting reminder of yesterday....</p> <p>Tomorrow died somewhere in the lies of yesterday and the confusion of today.</p> <p>Sound bytes and cliches remain...</p> <p>9/11 ..... 7/7 .....   24/7/365</p> <p>Fractions of life split by the passage of time and the events contained within each moment.</p> <p>How many know?</p> <p>How many care?</p> <p>How many sleep?</p> <p>Alan September 06 <p> <small> <a href="http://alanjones.blog.co.uk/2008/01/21/politics~3611183/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:alanjones.blog.co.uk,2008-01-21:/2008/01/21/city_street~3611150/alanj2008-01-21T19:47:42+01:002008-01-21T19:52:42+01:00 The streets filled with people their vapour trails of personal history shifting and flowing behind them.</p> <p>In motion<br> E-Motion Their smiles betray their isolation... Their frowns city-street hardened... Behind teh eyes the indifference and the fear - suspiscions grow daily as knowledge is smothered by information. Some glide with the grace of swans... Others lumber with the weight of elephants...<br> </p> <p>Alan Truro: September 05 <p> <small> <a href="http://alanjones.blog.co.uk/2008/01/21/city_street~3611150/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:alanjones.blog.co.uk,2008-01-21:/2008/01/21/second_skin~3609788/alanj2008-01-21T15:38:23+01:002008-01-21T15:41:45+01:00 <p>There's a second skin in the space where you and I begin...</p> <p>A second skin</p> <p>There's a second skin where loves words wear thin...</p> <p>A second skin</p> <p>There's a second skin - where do you end and I begin?</p> <p>Alan May 2005 Cornwall </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://alanjones.blog.co.uk/2008/01/21/second_skin~3609788/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:alanjones.blog.co.uk,2008-01-21:/2008/01/21/truro_august~3609759/alanj2008-01-21T15:31:15+01:002008-01-21T15:35:42+01:00 <p>Words burn their message into my mind - a collection of dreams that are sold or seek to be sold - consumer statistics.</p> <p>The Pioneers and Explorers now trademarked to grocers and bus companies..</p> <p>A bronzed icon of a long dead soldier salutes victory; screaming silently from the past - his shadow falls heavily upon those who no longer remember or care or care to remember.</p> <p>Murderous histories and corporate take-overs now celebrated in 'brands'...</p> <p>Boston Tea Party --- Coffee House<br> Pizza Express --- Coinage Hall</p> <p>Windows overdressed and filled with itmes no one needs but everyone wants. </p> <p>What would a stranger make of this place, this time, this society?</p> <p>Gold-braceleted builders show off their tanned bodies; teenage sirens display their charms - inviting yet rejecting in the same moment.</p> <p>Immune, apart - different and distant... the world passes by - yet I know I know nothing.</p> <p>The irony of youth - knowing that you know everything; that time owes you something more than you've earned. Rebellion locked into compliance; shaped by the desires of those who are no longer young.</p> <p>There's no need fot a global conspiracy when we conspire to limit ourselves so effectively.</p> <p>Alan - Truro, Cornwall August 2005 - waiting! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://alanjones.blog.co.uk/2008/01/21/truro_august~3609759/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>