Lud Heat and Suicide Bridge

This book contains two works. Both with compacted writing. Minimal connectives. Some of the text is presented as prose, most isspun to free verse distinguishedBy little but typographyLud Heat: a Journey down psychic links. Over-active pattern recognition, focused on the churches of Hawksmoor, Egyptology, the Ratcliffe Highway murders. A map of Sinclair's interests projected on to the East End, overlaid on a memoir of his time as a council gardener, a tourist among the working class. Feverish egotism and mythologising. Teeters between hidden meaning and mumbo jumbo (New Age energies and activations, structures that "discover and utilise"). Most interesting when describing traces of real history found in the streets. Tiresome en masse.Suicide Bridge: a reworking of Blake's sons of Albion as the gods of east London 1979 (with excursions to, e.g., Cambridge and moorland). A tale of murder, mafia, merchants and music festivals (cameo by Mick Jagger). Oblique. Alchemical. Obfuscated ("got to be good looking 'cause he's so hard to see"). Poems built from scientific concepts kidnapped and abused. Occult trappings .The pillaged contents of Compendium Books (see, it's not difficult or clever to make references that will elude half your readership.) Occasional shards of acute observation and imagery shine like diamonds in the scree. The best bit? A lengthy digression on Howard Hughes as icon of American paranoia: a whacked-out conspiracy theory fractured through crystal pretension. Almost Burroughsian, minus the humour.I've had this book on my shelves for many years and sampled it often, finding it intriguing for page or two. But now that I've knuckled down to read the whole thing... anybody wanna buy a book?