notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Ghost Riders in the rumpus room

Unless your under 10, or thereabouts, you don't get to celebrate halloween in the UK, or maybe if you're an undergrad, but then only in an ironic way. Sadly I have no ghoulish party to attend this coming weekend, but I do have a date with horror and terror. I will be watching Most Haunted a programe where mediums, historians, memebers of the crew, spend a night in various places across the U.K. that are believed to be haunted.

It does mimick the style of "Blair Witch Project", with lots of scared faces looking petrified into a nightvision camera, but it does make a big effort to actually take the effect of that fear into account and actually document and analyse what could be real phenomenon. They will hear bumps and bangs, sometimes even voices, but very often they will not hear anything. I like this about the programme and it makes me even more engrossed in the whole thing. I would like to believe that ghosts exist but am pretty doubtful they do; i don't want to be tricked, I just want to see what's out there, I want to be scared, made uneasy...Blood dripping on the walls doesn't cut it for me, rythmic, unexplained rapping at a window does.

Anway, on this show, the mediums often describe what the ghosts are wearing, where they are, and sometimes why. The why, in this context, is always down to the soul of the deceased. The place may be of great importance to them because they died (maybe were killed) there, loved, were cheated upon, or went through great grief in that place. I can just about appreciate the concept of a soul being stuck in a place it felt tied to in some place; but I wondered if a ghost can haunt more than one places at once? Does a ghost actually have to travel to and from the places it haunts, or does a version of its soul exist in all the places it feels attracted to? Or maybe, it had to make a choice of just one place to occupy for eternity; tough choice and I don't know if I could make it. I'd like to think that once I buy the farm there are numerous places I'd like my soul to roam; and I certainly don't want to be hovering/floating or whatever my means of transport will be between these locations. I'd go to back to childhood haunts, maybe my granparents old house where I learned to ride a bike, also Australia where I got to heard horses while on a motorbike, in the Indian ocean swimming with sharks, and of course, sat at the poker table quietly killing the me who decided before coming that I would definitely fold more often. How would this work, would my soul be split up? And what about the soul that visited childhood haunts, and the one the one that visited areas relating to my later life, would it be different souls each able to appreciate that specific area and time, or would it be one soul, the one of the old man (knock wood) that died, thinking, "jesus, i really don't remember any of this...".

What would I wear as a ghost? Like I said, I can just about appreciate the notion of a soul drifting around, but how can their clothes physically manifest? If I was a ghost, then I've been me for sometime, I think i could be responsible for the me part being visible because, well, it would be me. But how could I get inanimate obects to materialise? Would I be wearing underwear or would i just conjour up an outer layer to let people know what period of time I was from?? In that case, what is in this whole ghost thing for me??? I certainly don't want to be a performing monkey. Would the clothes be as they actually were, or just how I perceived them to look on me? In that case, there may well be a highly buffed 8 year old running down my road in 60 odd years wearing an exact replica of the superman outfit; or there may just be some kid running down the road in his pyjamas with red y fronts over the top and a red dressing gown tied round his neck...

So...where/what would you haunt, what would you wear and why? Me, my living room, 5th birthday, wearing my silver guns and holster set i'd just unwrapped. It's been a downhill slide ever since.