Monday, 23 February 2009

unconvincing writing...

I feel like writing but have only a few ideas kicking around so will just stream of consciousness something to make me feel some pathetic self indulgent catharsis.

Immerse yourself in the river,

Womb like and sheltered the world will do you no harm.

and when it appears the sky will hold the rain no more come find me.

In its glorious downpour we will drown.

arm in arm tongue in mouth soaked skin on soaked skin.

come find me,

as the nights grow shorter,

the trees grow longer,

limb like enquiries looking for answers,

to questions I never asked.

If this disconnects, creates a space, a chasm,

will there be clarity where once there was none?

An omen so well ignore,

a commodity for sale,

pedal your wares elsewhere.

To another fellow, another victim..

Never darken my porch again.

all done...

In other news Martin Grech is a fucking genius and why he is not more popular I will never know



Wild Beasts were amazing at Audio



And Ryanain can fuck off and die.

x

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

Does anyone read this...

Does it really matter?

probably not. It is only here as an outlet for any particularly childish idiotic self indulgent, self involved narcissistic drivel I wish to force into an arena known as the Internet which is already swamped by much the same.

I work a job I hate to earn money I don't need to live a life I don't enjoy....

I am beginning to struggle to see the logic of this equation.

But what should I do?

Run, I could go to Barcelona live with some Friends, Bremen! I speak a little french so that is an option. What would I achieve though?

Am I capable of achieving anything? I am certainly capable but I am beginning to fear that that is the limit to my talents.

A corkscrew is capable of opening a wine bottle but it does not mean it is not replaceable.

I think I need a corkscrew and a wine bottle.

Work is slowly grinding me to a halt and everything I used to care about seems pointless.

No one cares and everyone is happier to bury their heads in the sand and accept "hopeless emptiness of this existence".

I think might be too.

PS anyone who does read this my questions are all rhetorical and answers will be frowned upon as I previously stated this is more sick bucket to vent my spleen into than a quest for answers.

Here is some more shit I wrote;

An intricate system of pulleys and weights,

the careful construct dedicated to balance.

Rational

and.

Reasonable,
i can guess its every movement and

manipulate its position.

Gleaming like brass.

But holding the burden not creating it.

Cargo more valuable than the sum of its parts.

Centered, pivotal, practical.

In my peripheral vision i can imagine nothing more



Aspirational


Monday, 9 February 2009

Revolutionary Road

I saw this last night....

Half as good as the book but still wonderful...

spoi;t by idiots not understanding the point of the film and giggling throughout...

why do people seem to think everything has to be a comedy!

Clowns...

Anyway read the book its fucking wonderful

also though read this..

www.fmylife.com

everything appears better in comparison to some of the shit these people have encountered

Sunday, 8 February 2009

Grouphug....

www.grouphug.us

this is gold... i promise... varying from the harrowing to macabre. yummy!

also....



Nikola Tesla;

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikola_Tesla

the man is a fucking genius... fact

Thursday, 5 February 2009

Triffic crafts!

The competition rule was that the artist could use only one sheet of paper

impressive stuff me thinks.






Also I wrote this last night and seem to have an uncontrollable desire to show my awful prose in public so... here;


Night Terrors,


the silently loping animals, creeping to my bedside.


They whisper, dreams of vivid colour,

where the reason is simple and transparent.


Yet this clarity brings nothing,


no catharsis


no retribution.


Just further excavation,


ahurriedendeavourforhistoricalartifacts,

proof
of
what
previously
existed

Yet either I hunt poorly or arbitrarily


for fact truth or artifact are absent.




So now my memories must draw my tide,


water lapping at my feet


and everything I carved in the sand is swallowed by sea.

Monday, 2 February 2009

Its bloody snowing!!!!!


like a bastard as well..


barely anyone has turned up for work and my ex has been given the day off so is larking about with my other bum friends and I have to work like a mug!!!!


gash


Sunday, 1 February 2009