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Thursday, September 01, 2005


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Two strangers stare at each other from the opposite ends of a subway escalator, smiling in acknowledgment.

An individual starts a journal online, articulating his own depression and malaise. Within 24 hours he receives encouragement and advice from all four corners of the globe.

A young woman leans over the fence that perimeters a field of horses, smoking a cigarette and gazing upwards to the dark clouds that are beginning to engulf the sky. Bad weather is on its way. The arms of her lover emerge from behind where she stands wrapping her in an emotional warmth. She rests her head on his kneck and feels at peace with the world regardless of what lies ahead.

A group of old friends re-unite once a year in a city restaurant, catching up on each other's exploits while rekindling their fond memories from school.

Two sixteen year olds move on opposite sides of a dancefloor. Via fate, coincidence, or just the way in which they express themselves they end up facing each other, looking into each other's eyes and eventually kissing passionately. Their summer is irrevocably transformed into a blissful adventure of sunshine, drugs, clubs and house parties. It might have been so different, if only one dance step had taken them both in opposite directions.

A book club every fortnight brings together six disparate individuals to share their thoughts on literature and current events.

An older retired woman, living alone in a London Council block of flats likes nothing more than to read conservative tabloids, while getting wrapped up in the melodrama of popular Soap Opera's on TV. However by day she passionately reaches out to her community, volunteering to oversee the local tenant management organization. She listens to everyone's concerns, receving all of their phonecalls, personally making sure that the workers they employ receive their cheques on time. She fights for a youth center to pre-occupy local kids and steer them away from criminal behaviour. She negotiates Satellite TV for all of the residents... When she reaches, she does it with a concern and wisdom that makes her loved throughout her community.

Two men are walking their dogs down a narrow pathway separating the heavy forestry, enjoying the uplifting energy of the summer sunshine after a hard day's work. They stop and enjoy a pint of lager. They bitch about their respective spouses and offer competing perspectives on politics, business, and sports. They find a solace in each other's companionship that is unspoken.

A man in his late fiftees watches an African Carnival ensue outside his London flat. He hates the noise. He hates the celebration of a culture that is alien, when there is no comparable celebration of his own. He hates that for the three days the carnival lasts it takes him two hours to walk less than a mile to his house from the local train station. He hates that he can't sleep at night because there are street parties carrying on into the early hours... He hates the music, laughter, and cheers... And yet, when the Carnival is gone, deep down, he misses it terribly.

A younger man lies in bed with his wife... his fingers intertwined with hers and their hands placed together on the softness of her small stomach bulge. Together they receive an energy which brings a sense of purpose and meaning to their lives. They share imagined stories fortelling their imminent future, tucking their child into bed, reading him/her magical stories, playing games in the park, and taking holidays as a family... Together always, fighting to keep their child safe no matter the cost or effort required.

And in a remote farmhouse an old couple barely talk anymore. They go about their daily routine, cleaning, reading, gardening and shopping. They prepare a delightful dinner and eventually fall fast asleep infront of the TV. 50 years of shared experience binds them together. Their beautiful dance each day, hardly sharing a word, no matter how mundane, is all they need and all they desire. Their only fear is the prospect of losing each other. They only anticipate with dread the one inevitable day when they are no longer joined.

What are we when we are not connected?


Anonymous theinsider said...


Even animals connect.

Well written, once again—this time I got emotional because it's a lovely image.

Darn you.

5:43 PM  
Blogger Graham said...


Yeah, animals totally connect. One of my family's dogs died in May. The one that has been left has been in a state of depression ever since. He misses his buddy, bad, me thinks.

10:06 PM  
Blogger Augustus-Reed said...


6:18 AM  
Anonymous Eban said...

Excuse the following language, please...

Fuck! Bro!

That was moving. The fact is that I am a bit of an emotional wreck right now. My projects are doing so well and Faith and I are at the top of our game.

The thing is that our families are strugling right now, they are dealing with the aftermath of the storm. They are OK, so I can't even imagine those that are not.

I feel guilty, probably for no reason. And then I come here and your words are so eloquent. I am moved.

I have not commented on your main site lately as the things that are going on have sapped me of political thought. Call me stupid, but I had forgot about this site.

I guess it was just the overwheming stress of trying to succeed, while knowing that me and Faith's family were suffering.

That was well written, and moving. Thank you Graham. I have been detached for a few days now. Thanks for helping me reconnect.

One day, when I am in town, I owe you a few pints. If for no other reason than to have a great conversation. I have not met you yet, but your words have made you a friend.

I don't mean to be all gooey and crap, it is just that the last week has been so rough. Being here, with everything going great for me has left me with this incredible guilt. My people are suffering so much while my life is going so well...

I really do apologize if I am bringing your site down, I guess that I just needed to purge. Seeing my people turn into animals has that effect.

Have a great weekend my friend, I will try to do the same.

2:54 AM  
Blogger Graham said...

I've just been listening to your show and writing a comment on ur blog, lol.

Have you seen these posts? Could you possibly bring this site down my friend? I don't think so, lol.

I know how you feel. Sometimes external stimuli can help me reconnect, too. Need to get more of that in my life me thinks.

I'm sorry too if I haven't commented much on your shows. But, I too have been going through a hectic time in my personal life and that's made me a little more insular. Have been listening and keeping up though...

+ I'm gonna hold u to that pint :)!

3:09 AM  
Blogger Graham said...


Just heard u say 700+ listeners to the podcast. I cheered out loud. Way to go dude.

3:16 AM  
Blogger THE MATERIAL BOY said...

This is one beautiful and TRUE post. Connecting to and being connected with others really help us evolve into better human beings.

I have recently lost my dad and through my friends (both actual and cyber), I have felt the support and encouragement I need during this time.


5:09 AM  
Anonymous Nu Yorker said...

Человек становится человеком только среди людей НО человек может быть самим собою только пока он одинок. Так что наслаждайся пока есть время :) Ты замечаешь очень редкие и прекрасные вещи, ты видишь то что обыкновенный человек никогда не сможет увидеть.

P.S. Извини что долго не писала, замоталась немножко. Но про тебя не забыла (как я могу!!!). Даже если меня не видно на горизонте не значит что я не слежу за прогрессом твоей замечательной работы (которая просто процветает :)

P.P.S. Кстати, поклон теби низкий за песню про Стэллу (you know, the one who was a diver). Слушаю в 100 раз- с ума схожу!!! И ясное дело о тебе думаю…

Твоя заслуженная и преданная поклонница :)

12:47 PM  
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2:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Интересно написано....но многое остается непонятнымb

9:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Интересно написано....но многое остается непонятнымb

3:45 PM  

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