Thursday, 4 December 2008

Do Not Panic.

You are all probably too young. So am I.

Written by a manic-depressive, performed by a manic-depressive.

And a parable to boot, for us who have children, and we don't think only of ourselves unless it is more important for everyone else for us to do so.

Disclaimer. I loved both those chaps for what they did when I was a young lad. I had no idea about their states of mind. Neither, nor severally. Moorcock's writing, when I was a teenager, felt like home. Calvert as a poet and performer, a kindred spirit.

Shit. Why am I still up?

Do not panic.

Do not panic.

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