I first heard about
Colin Wilson years ago when I was homeless and writing books sleeping in
parks and roof gardens, so I loved finding out that he'd done that too
when writing his first book, 'The Outsider', in the British Library by day
and sleeping under the stars in Hyde Park at night.
But I only actually got into
his books a couple of years back, at which point I gobbled up every one of them I
could find - Religion and the Rebel, The Outsider, Beyond The
Outsider, Superconsciousness, The Misfits, The Strength To Dream.... I
love that they are all pretty much just one book, a small, tight number of
passions and things he felt to be incontrovertibly true that he
obsessively returned to over and over again, for decades. Always
reminded me of Van Morrison, in that.
He was a little too
wide-eyed and gullible, especially when it came to UFOs & the occult
side of things but the flip side of that is that he was always open and
ready to be interested in something new, to be ready to dream with open
eyes.
He was what we around these parts call 'a freelance
enthusiast' and a little Buddha of all his own making. A sweet,
mystical, lovely man.
Saturday, 7 December 2013
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