Odd how technology acts out the dreams of magic in weird parodic form. A recurrent theme in estoteric tradition is the notion of the Akashic Record, in which all human thought and activity is imprinted on the fluid matrix of the astral plane, to be accessed by the seer or prophet. Now, of course, as long as the infrastructure of the web survives so do all the intimacies of our tweets, blogs, downloads, mailings and postings.
So the cyberhistorian of future generations could - on some obscure impulse - rummage through the code and learn that since my last post I've been reading Robert Sheppard's When Bad Times made Good Poetry, the (recently) late Kenneth Grant's Cults of the Shadow, and listening to Ornette Coleman, Ruth Brown, The Clovers and John Coltrane. The BBC turned down the Graham Bond play but I've been working on a film treatment for Blackdog Productions, an independent production company in Lancashire. The digital edition of The Qliphoth for Kindle is progressing, with the aim of publication in mid-February.
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