Feb 112012
Guest Kiosk 8, Eminonu

You should have gone to Mexico to dance the dance of death with Bolano’s Savage Detectives . . .  have you seen that Dennis Potter’s wonderful The Singing Detective is currently being shown on BBC4. What was it, 1986? I caught the second episode on iplayer and found it just as wonderful when I saw it twenty five years ago. And how it makes our world of 2012 look so glossy and superficial though how long will it be before we are all in the same position of Greece nobody knows. If we do go down it will be like the proverbial house of cards because the world created by free-market capitalism has no substance – it is all based on a me-too wish to be super rich and care nothing for anybody else – well mostly anyway.


So dance the dance from Mexico to some tiny village in Hungary/Ukraine, the only way in or out is via a dirt track and why not dance by Anish Kapoor’s Olympic sculpture known as the Orbit – I think it should be included in the itinerary that is a linking of psychologically significant spiritual destinations. Death dance has to be at the cutting edge of all human endeavour.


And let’s not forget the American Psychiatric Association’s DSM-5 – or fifth (no, not filth) version of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, which will be available any time soon. Certainly in time for the Olympics. And an early Guardian article suggests that so many new diagnoses are available from it that it looks like all our petty problems and whinges will be covered by a named pathology ready to be packaged and dealt with by a triumphant pharmaceutical company already gearing up its production somewhere near you.


D H Lawrence’s sour soul must be mumbling incoherently somewhere in (over?) Mexico, mixing it with local drug cartel bosses, political dignities and deities. Actually I have received no clear indication of the state of Lawrence’s soul but whenever I see a photo of him he looks to me such a miserable complainer. Why didn’t he pick up a pick axe and get down that mine. Better for all of us, I reckon.


This transatlantic thread is so fine as to be invisible to the human eye but hopefully not to birds following their migratory routes – perhaps they will be able to use it to rest upon when the old body is getting a bit weary. And hopefully this stupendous engineering feat will prove to be David Cameron’s up to the minute take as a thoroughly exciting new embodiment of Alfred Watkins’ Ley lines.


Let’s get there before the press arrives.