The gentrification of King’s Cross continues. I particularly love the lighthouse building, and look forward to when it’s all shiny and new looking again.

Kings Cross Environment

The Evening Standard reports that the Co-operative has been signed up as a tenant for the  Lighthouse Building by property developer UK Real Estate.  So there is some prospect now of the development happening and the developer apparently wants to protect the external heritage – ie the lighthouse bit will stay

The big question though is just how construction will take place on a highly inaccessible site – it’s surrounded on all sides by hectic roads in the deadly Kings Cross Gyratory.

Thanks to Lisa for sending in the link.

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WAR

Scrap of paper theology,

religion of an army saint,

a martyr,

the kind of man’s man

fit and fast,

frustrated by

 politic lethargy,

knots of democracy,

merits of theocracy,

pace of meritocracy

two faces profile

urgency of life,

lust

lust for satisfaction

victory

hero worship

medals

dust that parches the back of the throat

codes and coda

and secrets entrusted under pain of

humiliation in incarceration

derision

war

with demon urgency

escalates

no god would want

this,

poppies are ironic

oh, no.

the bread

and butter

demands it.

Cigarettes are dead giveaways.

But nicotine is a distraction.

untitled one (2008)

Selective

cycle

with me fading

each moment

however

nobody knows

yet how

silicon images

age

digitally perfected

(apart from the energy

in that moment

that I believe is eternal)

will be lodged

maybe displayed (displaced)

somewhere, databased

or mantlepieced, bottom drawered.

but fading, already lost.

NEON TUBE TRAIN

NEON TUBE TRAIN

 

 

 VOC

visual overload complex

where are you today?

High as an fuckin kite

sonic tune ballistic

carefully considered

floral insight

fish brighter

than man made neon

could ever emulate

a lucid dreamer

watching outdoor advertising

in cultural loops

Shorthand

long-sided on the tracks

screech banshee

the artistry rattles

the carriage

of nodding heads

screens images

saturation marketed

in perfume wafts

seaside daydreamers

sand patterns

foam spume

dream-walkers eye-sighted

shared perceptions

turquoise copper stained

inhalators

fascinations LCD’d out

trite contrition ambition

rises

on the platform humidity

almost nobly

updrafts reverberating like storm winds-

 the carriage pushes through

as a wheel songbird wishes

SEA ADVERTS

THAT WISSSSH

dipping toes

as the fish get even brighter still

at noon

aroundabout.

things are moving.

they are moving orderly.

There is comfort about.

intelligence will dive down

and find

I know it will

it could be

it could be mantra ray spoke.