Cleave me asunder… as with a stick of Blackpool rock, you’ll find Alan Moore‘s ‘Jerusalem‘ indelibly interlaced around my DNA.
Moore‘s meisterwerk is a kaleidoscopic speed-trail, a psyche affirming coalescence, of the intrinisically ouroboros, (ourboroughs), essence of our writhing cosmos.
Fittingly, I’d chosen the audiobook version to accompany my daily derivé – sixty head-long-hour-long dalliances in Vernall homage, forging my own crease on the map, folding ever furthur up into the Immateria…
Alighting this morning at the terminus of this metaphorical journey, I opted not to heed Northampton’s other sons advice, purchased in the form of Bauhaus’ 1982 opus, ‘Press The Eject And Give Me The Tape’, electing instead to hit repeat and reclaim my seat aboard the Further Bus…
After… Lude…
Immediately on “finishing” the “book”, I found myself somewhere over the rainbow…
And presented on the footpath with what may well have been Alma Warren’s lighter…
