"i need a will to live, something worth dying for"
Modern urban living is so fantastically disengaging. My environmentalism stems, i now realise, from my contact with the wild places of Northumberland. Seeing the beauty around me, and contextualising that with a world of nuclear weapons and slash and burn agriculture, was one of the most driving influences on my life, and a source of a lot of y passion and inspiration. In the middle of London i'm not getting any of that, and really am feeling the lack of it.
I'm at university because i have to learn, and develope my skills so i can have a positive effect on the society i inhabit, but i have to wonder how much i'm willing to give up in order to be here. There was a protest in parliament square (the lawn outside of the houses of parliament) the other day, commemorating 2 years since the million man march opposing the war. There were at most 60 people there, and more police than protestors at one point. The police parked 3 riot vans in front of the protest so passing motorists couldn't see the demonstration. In 2 years, public opposition to the war has dropped from over 1 million to about 60 disorganised hippies playing with poi (sp?) and diablos and a bunch of pensioners looking dreadfully concerned, but incredibly disimpassioned. (probably just being ageist).
So how do i deal with this?
I stop writing in such a pretentious way for a start
I keep pushing to get my zine off the ground, and try and get people to flock to my forum (http://sage17.mine.nu ignore the main body of the forum and go to the "this goddam magazine......." section) and keep reading and learning.
I'm just so sick of seeing so few others getting involved. Maybe I'm just looking in all the wrong places.....
If the msytical waters of ebay bear fruit then i shall soon be seeing the unstoppable Biffy Clyro, supported by Hell is For Heroes at ther astoria soon. That should be awesome, and...
"i need a will to live, something worth dying for"
Modern urban living is so fantastically disengaging. My environmentalism stems, i now realise, from my contact with the wild places of Northumberland. Seeing the beauty around me, and contextualising that with a world of nuclear weapons and slash and burn agriculture, was one of the most driving influences on my life, and a source of a lot of y passion and inspiration. In the middle of London i'm not getting any of that, and really am feeling the lack of it.
I'm at university because i have to learn, and develope my skills so i can have a positive effect on the society i inhabit, but i have to wonder how much i'm willing to give up in order to be here. There was a protest in parliament square (the lawn outside of the houses of parliament) the other day, commemorating 2 years since the million man march opposing the war. There were at most 60 people there, and more police than protestors at one point. The police parked 3 riot vans in front of the protest so passing motorists couldn't see the demonstration. In 2 years, public opposition to the war has dropped from over 1 million to about 60 disorganised hippies playing with poi (sp?) and diablos and a bunch of pensioners looking dreadfully concerned, but incredibly disimpassioned. (probably just being ageist).
So how do i deal with this?
I stop writing in such a pretentious way for a start
I keep pushing to get my zine off the ground, and try and get people to flock to my forum (http://sage17.mine.nu ignore the main body of the forum and go to the "this goddam magazine......." section) and keep reading and learning.
I'm just so sick of seeing so few others getting involved. Maybe I'm just looking in all the wrong places.....
If the msytical waters of ebay bear fruit then i shall soon be seeing the unstoppable Biffy Clyro, supported by Hell is For Heroes at ther astoria soon. That should be awesome, and a perfect chance to vent some of this frustration that i feel building recently.
Damn i miss my motorbike.......
Does anybody even read this?
Modern urban living is so fantastically disengaging. My environmentalism stems, i now realise, from my contact with the wild places of Northumberland. Seeing the beauty around me, and contextualising that with a world of nuclear weapons and slash and burn agriculture, was one of the most driving influences on my life, and a source of a lot of y passion and inspiration. In the middle of London i'm not getting any of that, and really am feeling the lack of it.
I'm at university because i have to learn, and develope my skills so i can have a positive effect on the society i inhabit, but i have to wonder how much i'm willing to give up in order to be here. There was a protest in parliament square (the lawn outside of the houses of parliament) the other day, commemorating 2 years since the million man march opposing the war. There were at most 60 people there, and more police than protestors at one point. The police parked 3 riot vans in front of the protest so passing motorists couldn't see the demonstration. In 2 years, public opposition to the war has dropped from over 1 million to about 60 disorganised hippies playing with poi (sp?) and diablos and a bunch of pensioners looking dreadfully concerned, but incredibly disimpassioned. (probably just being ageist).
So how do i deal with this?
I stop writing in such a pretentious way for a start
I'm just so sick of seeing so few others getting involved. Maybe I'm just looking in all the wrong places.....
If the msytical waters of ebay bear fruit then i shall soon be seeing the unstoppable Biffy Clyro, supported by Hell is For Heroes at ther astoria soon. That should be awesome, and...