After 15 years as a devotee of the rat race, at the not-so-tender age of 34, i was gifted with the realization that the money, power, status, sex and material gratification that the marketing people had promised would make me happy...wouldn't.
And so in a fit of peak, after a nervous breakdown/spiritual breakthrough (depending on your point of view) i gave up my £70K p.a. job in advertising and went to live under a tree in Battersea park.
During those life changing 7 months, in the spring & summer of 2002, i sold the Big Issue magazine on the streets of Victoria and blissfully bumbled around Battersea like the bling-less bum i'd become. Why? Well, i had the bonkers idea that if i could go back to square one, start at ground zero (in other words become a nobody) and if i could let go of my conditioned beliefs about who i was and what constituted a "succesful" life, i'd be giving myself the opportunity to find an authentic answer to the question that had begun to plague me, day and night: What is the purpose of my life?
3 months into my decidedly desperate experiment, poetry began to pour relentlessly out of me like demonically possesed projectile vomit, (i'd never written a poem in my life before this)and 5 years later, i am astonished to find myself in the highly fortunate position of living the life i feel i was born to live...or more to the point...i'm beginning to get the hang, of getting out of the way, so that life can live me!!! The main benefit of my existential loafing is that it gives me the time and space to contemplate, create and collaberate with other artists and friends who are celebrating the beauty of unity in multiplicity, unusually, musically, cluelessly and beautifully