i write, i don't know why or how, or what. what is a blog even? i just right my reports and send them out there and when i'm not writing i tend to read quite a lot. i started with the moomin and ended with 1984, that's kinda sad but inevitable in a william blake kind of way, it's connected to the law of entropy somehow, that's what i reckon but i'm just a stoned immaculate messenger.
there are so many writers i love to read, many books inhabit mission control but if i had to nominate one, it would be orwell's novel because it's so powerful and david bowie liked it enough to try to write a musical based upon it which resulted in 'diamond dogs' which happened to be close to me as a young mission man. it informed me so profoundly and deeply at skool, i saw the worst human beings could become and it left a bitter taste. if i imagine hell, it's  winston and julie's fate. 
that novel is the death of humanity and love, its control and power, it's the result of fear.
orwell wrote that while he worked in the culture of the bbc, he saw the future and now we live within it as if immune. 
not me though, that book lives under my skin.
i love william burroughs, he cut it up, progressed the art of writing into another future, and he hacked away at convention, taste, excess, sex, drugs and...well i guess rock and roll although it was jazz first back then. burroughs was a very peaceful man, a gentleman who knew the pen was mightier than the sword, yet he loved shooting paint from a gun into a white virgin canvass, he loved animals and knew quite a lot about everything forbidden, he was a member of the chaos magickians, he was IOT, he reached into my brain and helped unplug me from the zombie factory, reading 'cities of the red night' set me free from convention, it truly blew my tiny mind. 
then i turned on to philip k dick. 
i mean if you don't ask yourself who are you after reading any of his novels then you never will. 
his novels of identity made me inward looking, what is science but outward looking, and what is its opposite, spirituality, inward looking. 
so there began my journeys into mysticism and magick and all that jazz, started to listen to the words of the church (the band) as steve became more and more adept lyrically and poetically and over the last few years reading steve's words i realised he was also one of my favourite writers, it was through the songs, their ideas and the words, that evocation. 
i only started writing a blog because i had to join up blogger to comment on his, so i just wrote a few lines and now it's this.... but, steve is a kooky genius and he can write man. i been collecting all his poems for a long time and now he's branching out into other narrative forms i'm discovering the man is a very very good writer.
so basically i just wanna say he's published a fantastic book of his writings and poems, called uncollected and if you are like me, a lover of literature in its many forms, read these books.