Author: Gavin Heaton

Change This

When we see something we love, something that appeals or gets to us we are connecting. We may hate it too. But we may be compelled.I saw this site some time ago and have been an avid follower. I have read many of the manifestos available on the <a href="http://www.changethis.com">Change This</a> website, and I have forwarded them, printed them and used them to generate new thinking in friends and colleagues.There was the Clue Train … and the Hugh Train. Hook up your little red wagon and see where Change This will take you. All aboard – a thousand good ideas are leaving...

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Flash in the Pan?

Macromedia has finally released Flash 8, with roadshows and presentations happening across the globe. There are even online web seminars that will help us all come to grips with the funky new features. These Macromedia guys really know how to launch a product! But are we ready for it? So far, most efforts have concentrated on implementing video for the web. Some sites have cleverly integrated cool music to beef up the presentation, but this is only beginning to scrape the surface of what is possible. It is important to focus on <b>interactivity</b> – providing non-linear possibilities that are designed to promote action, reaction and engagement from the end-user. Video streaming is only going to provide that single story, but we all want more. So much more. This is a challenge for all designers and developers. It is also a  challenge for writers. From this point on, it is essential that all begin to work collaboratively – more in the way in which game developers work. A flash in the pan? Not...

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Aria

I listen to the wordsthe sound of breaththe pulsethe urgethe weightand wait. The waiting is always the signalfor disappointment The waiting looks to tired eyeslike the drowning of men It smells of rock-less seasof mediocrity But then the breezeshiftsbaby I dare not believe the words that feedan emotion that awakesa cry for the departed and a hope for future giving. Time to bite my tonguebite the fingerspike the palms A birth? Yes indeed.An awakening cryis also song for gulls. It is 5am and I...

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Eye on History

It is easy, oh so easyto seek and findbehind leaf and boughin shadow and in rain-puddlesa fear that we know. The shape of our anxietiesand the taste of our fearslives in the contours of our daily lives – in the rooms where we live. The boardrooms we frequentthe hallways we scaleall sound as hollow asrocks in the graves. The four pm food courts of forgettable mealsthese too are the price of the days that we fail Each moment of beliefor a hand not extendedEach easy swallow ofpolitical sandwich To read is a powerto write is a fistto the bleeding eye of history’simpotent mass These days are creepingthere’s no time to wastestand, write, talk, screambefore today is past....

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Caxton Dreamt

The crumbling edges of a finger-worn mapbrittle with the desires of forgotten menstinking of failureThe tongues of parchmenthave no more words to impart. A new contour is arisingA flavour more pungent A nightmare more steeped in thedaily exasperations of menand their suits Our exertions must be immediateThe urge is stronger than breathThe pen holds firmThe nibExtended A finger hovers over keyboardMouseL-E-D I have blinked three times And my stories span the...

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