labour pains; or brainjam

it's time to process all the learning and to parturate two beautifully formed, deeply researched, creatively thought, pieces of wisdom - 5000 words each. i could complain that i don't have time to think just now, let alone structure my thoughts, or pen them down. i could moan about bad decisions and bad timing. or i could keen endlessly on about the state of my heart (which i do, actually :D)
but i'm not sure if any of these are an excuse for not being able to produce what everyone expects of me, a good two pieces of work. i have been learning haven't i? and thinking, endlessly, it seems sometimes. my notebooks show me scribbles of a very sophisticated nature, doodley margins of intelligent texts in my own hand. did i lose the light at some point? (or am i digging too little and blogging too much?)
this is, pretty much, it. time to show your stuff, or time to expose yourself as a great-public-speaking, clever, disgusting fraud. to yourself
it's about writing cities, reading them, and about subverting the codes fixed by the powerful, and mostly about loving cities. i have only one thing to say really, and a mass of things to back it up with, in 2 batches. oh, get on with it already.

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Anonymous said…
this sounds most interesting work.
Am going to be coming to LSE and doing the same stuff very soon. Good to find you on the blogosphere!

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