The One, The Many

With a wisp of curiosity, the mind can be directly embedded… Could even be a confrontation… Regardless, a constant stream of information is what gazed over the eyes of the uncanny. We can speak in drips and drabbles – but here is a story for you:

Came across this on the Wikitape machine =>

“The iron prospector Henry Schneider arrived in Furness in 1839 and, with other investors, opened the Furness Railway in 1846 to transport iron ore and slate from local mines to the coast. Further hematite deposits were discovered, of sufficient size to develop factories for smelting and exporting steel. By the late 19th century, the Barrow Hematite Steel Company-owned steelworks was the world's largest.”

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Once, an engine attached to a train
Was afraid of a few drops of rain;
It went into a tunnel,
And squeaked through its funnel
And never came out again.

But I have never walked on that green Septentrional
A place you call home,
The land with an isle named:
Sodor.

Each bit and byte lingers in the tangle web – these are the modern artefacts. But I thought you were in Lancashire… Seems like de Campos did, wonder if he got lost? Potentially being chased again by them great big fans.

Came across this on the Wikitape machine =>

Barrow's location and the availability of steel allowed the town to develop into a significant producer of naval vessels, a shift that was accelerated during World War I and the local yard's specialisation in submarines. The original iron- and steel-making enterprises closed down after World War II, leaving Vickers shipyard as Barrow's main industry and employer. Several Royal Navy flagships, the vast majority of its nuclear submarines as well as numerous other naval vessels, ocean liners and oil tankers have been manufactured at the facility.”

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Heard once that them fans – they’ve particular to a peculiar sonnet, found upon the Furness.
Heard you floated the Queen, why wasn’t this on TV? But there is one thing for sure, that Septentrion in the night sky must be bright.

Came across this on the Wikitape machine =>

“The end of the Cold War and subsequent decrease in military spending saw high unemployment in the town through lack of contracts; despite this, the BAE Systems shipyard remains operational as the UK's largest by workforce and is undergoing a major expansion associated with the Dreadnought-class submarine programme. Today Barrow is a hub for energy generation and handling. Offshore wind farms form one of the highest concentrations of turbines in the world.”

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Seems like a falk vibe – with a spy fresh out of the cold,
do you think you’ll ever teach Barrovian to me?
I Sit on a drum at the docks, understanding no more
than I would understand were I up on my two feet.


They say the Internet ‘meme’ is a cultural phenomenon, but has it instigated something in you? Do you believe it’s the millennial counter culture. I mean we do bring on the fake news! Why should I understand it at all, any of it?

Well, maybe not…
but then why shouldn’t I understand?

Came across this on the Wikitape machine =>

Barrow is situated at the tip of the Furness peninsula on the north-western edge of Morecambe Bay, south of the Duddon Estuary and east of the Irish Sea. Walney Island, to the west of Barrow, surrounds the peninsula's Irish Sea coast and is separated from Barrow by the narrow Walney Channel. Barrow sits on soils deposited during the end of the Ice Age, eroded from the mountains of the Lake District National Park, 10 miles (15 km) to the north-east. Barrow's soils are composed of glacial lake clay and glacial till, while Walney is almost entirely made up of reworked glacial morraine.”

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Once an engine when fixed to a train
Was alarmed at a few drops of rain,
So went "puff" from its funnel
Then fled to a tunnel,
And would not come out again.

Oh universe,
what a tangled skein of yarn,
those patient fingers of someone thinking
of something else unraveling you?

To play, but at what?
LOVE?
INDIFFERENCE?

As for me I merely lift myself up off the drum.

Came across this on the Wikitape machine =>

Barrow on the west coast of *Great Britain* has a temperate maritime climate owing to the North Atlantic Current and tends to have milder winters than central and eastern parts of the country. The town lies in Hardiness zone 9 and has an average yearly temperature of 10.4 °C.”

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In this way, This One, represents the quantum Many… But was I successful in my goal? Partitioned we can call it a meta-narrative, while I just call it bad story telling. One look and you’ll see past the surface, we just want to make $money$ – in a collage of rich accountability –so then what left? To do justice by the locality, a historical diversity entity, World War legacy.
Or have I just gotten myself lost like de Campos.