edges

May. 3rd, 2006 04:52 pm
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I'm sitting in the back garden, in the sunshine, with a straw hat on. I have a cold drink and the internet and a cushion to sit on. My stereo is playing The Girl With The Sun In Her Head from just inside the dining room. I'm surrounded by dandelions and some kind of blue flower that just appeared suddenly, in clumps, one day. Thistles and brambles as well, but – shrug.

And what am I doing? I'm missing London. Silly.


When I go back to London these days it all looks different. I come off the Oxford Tube into Victoria station and I'm struck by how big and how busy everything is. The huge indoor space full of crowds and a hundred things to pay attention to. It's always been like that, but the last couple of visits I found myself liking it. It was exciting, the way it was when I was a tourist coming from Ireland. Not a place to rush through with shoulders tensed, in a hurry somewhere, irritated by the crowd, worrying that there'd be a huge queue at the cash machine. When I lived in London I was carrying my obligations around with me. Now it's somewhere I go to play. No wonder I miss it.

Going on through the tunnels to catch my tube, last time I was back there, I was moving at half the speed of everyone else. People dashed and jostled and I just strolled along, early to meet [livejournal.com profile] ultraruby and [livejournal.com profile] dr_f_dellamorte and taking my time, in a calm little bubble of East Oxford crusty peaced-outness.

Moving out of London has slowed me down. That's fine. It's nice not to feel like you're hanging on by your fingernails. Or like you've got stimulus fatigue and alcohol poisoning from going to films and gigs and stuff every single night and need to spend a week by yourself in a plain white room eating plain white rice. But it does give me a funny indistinct feeling of having lost my edge. I don't hear about new stuff as much as I did, unless I make a conscious effort – music, films, even news.

It's all to do with the tube. If you take the tube every day, you see posters for movies or events or music, even if you aren't taking them in with your fully conscious mind. You buy the paper to occupy your hour-long commute. You read other people's newspaper headlines too. You see what books people are reading (and if you're in a carriage where every bugger is reading The Da Vinci Code, you get depressed, but never mind). All of it gives you a feeling of being in a place where Stuff happens, lots of it, so much Stuff you can't possibly take it all in. If you've got the energy, that feels really good.

(Pause to shoo an insect off my keyboard. That's better.)

Later we were at [livejournal.com profile] dr_f_dellamorte's house in Hendon, with fabulous 70s movie posters all over the walls (Don't mess aroun' with Foxy Brown! She's the meanest chick in town!). He kept putting on music like I'd never heard before and I kept going "oh mygod what is that? I must have that," like the first time I ever went to a goth-alternative-indie-rock club (in Dublin it had to be all those things at once). I was talking to Gemma about edges and the loss of them, and I found myself saying that I'd spent four years in London stuffing ideas and experiences into my head, often with little time to do anything else. But in Oxford I have the breathing space to consolidate that. I can let the ideas sink down in my mind and become compost out of which things will sprout in time.

Date: 2006-05-03 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wimble.livejournal.com
Uhuh? We're onto public "please mow the lawn" posts are we?

Great. Just what my guilty conscience needed: an ally...

Date: 2006-05-03 04:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
Not meant as such at all. I was aiming for pleasantly jungly :)

(And I fear the thistles may need something more drastic than mowing to get rid of them. I don't know what, though.)

Date: 2006-05-03 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] philipstorry.livejournal.com
(And I fear the thistles may need something more drastic than mowing to get rid of them. I don't know what, though.)

I believe the solution is known as weeding.

I'm afraid I don't know much more than that about it, though. Other than the fact that it certainly requires manual labour - which, of course, is why I have avoided knowing much more about it. ;-)

Date: 2006-05-03 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
Weeding? But, but, they're so pointy!

Date: 2006-05-03 07:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smiorgan.livejournal.com
I fear the thistles may need something more drastic than mowing to get rid of them

Grenades!

Date: 2006-05-03 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
Yeah. I need what everyone imagined [livejournal.com profile] smiorgan's Burninator to be before it turned out to be a bin with holes in.

Date: 2006-05-03 03:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evilrobotshane.livejournal.com
I think living in the countryside this long has turned my entire brain to compost. One of the things I look forward to most about graduating (two years off yet) is the prospect of moving to a city. Any city.

Date: 2006-05-03 04:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
Hm. I didn't realise you were actually in the countryside. I know you've called it redneck-land, and similar things, but I thought that was hyperbole!

Date: 2006-05-03 07:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evilrobotshane.livejournal.com
The nearest thing I'd call a town is three-quarters-of-an-hour's drive away (they measure distances in hours here). The nearest village is about an hour's walk.

And last year (and next year and the one after) I lived in Castlebar, Co. Mayo. I had to walk past cows to get to school.

The other day I heard something that the quickest processing bits of my brain thought was a train, and for a split-second I was filled with happiness and relief and comfort, before realising that no, I'm still in the middle of nowhere. The mountains appearing out of the fog this morning was pretty, until noticing that they're not just in the distance, but underfoot.

Cranky malcontent I.

Date: 2006-05-03 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
It's freaky that you've lived in Castlebar (and your family are from there, aren't they?). My dad is from near there.

Date: 2006-05-04 12:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evilrobotshane.livejournal.com
Noooooo, my folks are Dubs (Artane and D4).

Date: 2006-05-03 03:58 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] cosmolinguist
It's all to do with the tube.

As if I wasn't already envious. :-) I love Manchester and the boy will have my head if I say anything good about London, but I still feel isolated here and while of course this is probably more due to me moving six time zones away, I now wonder if there isn't something to your theory as well. My friends in London, as well as all knowing each other, have enviable public transportation! With history and mythology and my friends (well, LJ friends anyway) walking between tube stations just because they feel like it! And now you tell me that this is why they know more things and do more things than me as well? Gah! So envious. :-)

Date: 2006-05-03 04:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
It's also why their noses are full of horrid black soot. :)

I can't deny it, I think the tube is cool. But it's so much easier to think that when I don't have to take it to work every day.

Date: 2006-05-03 04:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] undyingking.livejournal.com
Probably either forget-me-nots or borage. Hope it's the former, as borage is rather invasive (although you can eat it, that's one way of keeping it down).

Date: 2006-05-03 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
It's a party for invasive plants in our garden. Though maybe I shouldn't say that, [livejournal.com profile] wimble already thinks I'm needling him!

Date: 2006-05-03 04:18 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] cleanskies.livejournal.com
I'm more inclined to think wild veronica, it's out in our garden at the moment (where the dandilions are having a part-ay!)

Date: 2006-05-03 04:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] j4.livejournal.com
I don't hear about new stuff as much as I did, unless I make a conscious effort – music, films, even news.

I think that's a good thing -- at least, I know it's a good thing for me, and I think it could be seen as a positive thing by other people. I'd like to have fewer rivers of information flowing through my head, and make more conscious effort to go out and find the good stuff when I'm in a stuff-receptive mood, rather than just thinking "Oh god YET ANOTHER folksy singer-songwriter/film about gay cowboys/whatever" and feeling jaded and fed up with the morass of mediocrity all the time. I suppose it's sort of part of the whole mindfulness thing that I'm slowly trying to train my brain into (though in danger of boring other people to death long before I get there).

The downside, I guess, is that when I do find something good, everybody else will already have heard of it; but I think I can live with being square. 8-)

Date: 2006-05-03 05:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
I'm all about the mindfulness at the moment. (Though surprised and amused to discover it has its own wikipedia page.) I do think it's easier here than it was in London. I remember the jadedness, too. Knowing that what I was about to do or see that evening was probably fantastic, but being unable to summon up the enthusiasm.

But I still need to find an efficient way of finding the good stuff when I get the urge.

Date: 2006-05-03 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ultraruby.livejournal.com
We talked about edges? I've been thinking about edges all day, edges and love, which is something you and I have also spoken of. You bring out all my philosophy!

I don't even know how to talk about London any more; it's so much a part of who I am that I can't step outside of it to observe the relationship. Still I'm only involved in a very small way, in a speck of dust sort of way, and that's how I like it.

I don't think it's cities or spaces that make people cool, I think it's the other way round. You take your culture with you.

Date: 2006-05-03 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
Well, edges in the sense of cutting edges. What were your edges like? If they had to do with love they must have been quite different.

I've stepped outside and it looks kind of cool from here, in an inaccessible sort of way.

Date: 2006-05-03 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ultraruby.livejournal.com
You're welcome back, you know, and welcome to come over.

You're cool wherever you go, is what I was trying to say before.

Date: 2006-05-03 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
Thanks. I was commenting on your second paragraph rather than the third, and I knew what you meant, and it's appreciated.

Date: 2006-05-03 04:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mr_magicfingers
I took the tube to work today for the first time in weeks. Of course today the tube decided to be comprehensively broken. I only took it so I could run home this evening. Back on the bicycle tomorrow.

Date: 2006-05-03 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
You can love the tube, but it's evil and doesn't love you back.

I like going places on my bike. It's much nicer than being chewed up by London Transport. But I do sometimes get nostalgic for my old dysfunctional relationship with the Underground :)

Date: 2006-05-03 05:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sshi.livejournal.com
You can love the tube, but it's evil and doesn't love you back.

This is so true. And you've pretty accurately described some of my feelings about London, even though I never actually went out interesting places every night (because of studentdom). I've still got the ability to navigate through unfamiliar underground/metro stations without ever slowing down or stopping, though...

Date: 2006-05-03 07:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-snips.livejournal.com
Damn. I want to move to London now.

Though I suspect that once the effects of reading this post have worn off, I'll decide I want to stay separated (well, divorced), but visit more often... :-)

Date: 2006-05-03 10:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com
Yes. London is like a high-maintenance mistress. It's easy enough to go and visit every so often and give it expensive lingerie and chocolates loads of money for drink and clubs and travelcards, but if you marry it it's off strutting around with your credit cards every single day.

Date: 2006-05-04 07:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] echidnacrossing.livejournal.com
Bit late but anyway..
I firmly believe that one's love/hate of a city is entirely determined by the amount of obligations you have and schedules you have to keep when you live there. When you have to get up every morning at the same time, go to the same place, it gets so monotonous. Things you actually _want to_ do don't really get a look in, and you're too tired to make time for them after another god damn work day. I always wish I'd got up a bit earlier just so I could sit and chill on a bench Patrick Kavanagh style, and feed the swans, and laugh at the ducks, and dote over the moorhens. :)
Same way as I really miss Paris now, but when I had that shit job there I couldn't wait to get away from the place. The job gave me a bad attitude to it too..
Oh well, enough rambling, time for work :/

Date: 2006-05-04 09:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millionreasons.livejournal.com
Really nice to read London-love from someone who has left.

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