THE VILLAGE IN THE CITY. POROUS BOUNDARIES.HOMMAGE TO JONATHAN RABAN. BY STEVEN BENSON

“Soft City” (1974), Raban.

Sitting in the communal garden of my new home,I firm up thoughts that have come to me gradually, insinuating themselves into my conscious mind over the past 3 months. This is part of the process(ongoing) of a step-by-step appropriation of my new environment(after the scars and beauty of the last one): I am living in a village within a city; an URBAN village, with a sprinkle of pure countryside added!:

The little green bus (inadvertently modelled on a stop-on-request rural bus/rail route, with a social remit-how long will THAT last?); the green opposite, which has some of the appurtenances of an ACTUAL village green(much grass and ducks). How urban planning SHOULD be. And, of course,the ubiquitous wildlife; not to mention that one hundred yards away is one of Europe’s largest parks, Sefton Park(more greenery, imitative of fields).

Last, but never least, Lark Lane, with its village-esque street of individualistic shops(though sans, for instance, a traditional village butcher’s, but still with Post Office); an especially Bohemian village main street; but it has that feel none the less(of a large village/very small town(…it could be Machynlleth or Applebly…

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(And now I am referencing Raban more overtly) life in a large house in multiple occupation:

someone complaining to me, not about music but about me walking on my bedroom floor( so let’s do the semi-tiptoe, a style I feel I have invented myself:P);

alarums and noises off-stage: a scary fire alarm test (good job I increased my blood pressure meds!);

the strains(an archaic word for the archaic, arcane, relaxing sounds) of a flute and,yes, a Rennaissance lute( getting very Edgar Alan Poe here);

Tenants above sounding like they are actually STOMPING; but live and let live, I say, because false ceilings amplify greatly what is probably just someone innocently walking;

AVOIDING people to keep in the boundaries with unknown other entities: just a polite, brief greeting.

UNLIKE Jonathan Raban, I cannot actually hear anyone having rip-roaring orgasms, but that might be next…

POROUS CITY

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ENTHUSIASMS: CLASSICAL MUSIC, ESPECIALLY OBSCURE ROMANTIC COMPOSERS; BACH/HANDEL LITERATURE, ESPECIALLY THOUGHTFUL, WELL-WRITTEN(STYLISTICALLY)NOVELS W G SEBALD WALTER BENJAMIN THEODOR ADORNO(JUST BEGINNING!) AESTHETIC PHILOSOPHY GAY MEN'S WRITING;QUEER THEORY STIMULATING DISCUSSIONS(EMOTIONALLY AND INTELLECTUALLY) GOOD RICH THICK ESPRESSO MICHAEL PONTI SPRITUALITY/LIFE'S "AURA"(BENJAMIN), WHATEVER TRANSCENDENTAL THING YOU WANT TO CALL THIS MEMORY-the elusiveness thereof. LOST TIME AND AN ATTEMPT AT ITS REDEMPTION(NON THEISTICALLY/RELIGIOUSLY)
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