Thursday, 31 July 2014

Mirrors in the toilet


Do you want to know when you will die?

Or prefer to be taken by surprise?

Will you be the first of your friends?

Or embrace solitude at the end?

 


When mirrors are facing each other

The reflections stretch on for ever

Why would they put them in this space?

When all we want is some privacy.


 
 

 This rain doesn’t seem to be stopping

I can hear it pour down on my lane

Down from a hillside it’s dropping

Tumbling and tearing again

 
 

Journeys, darkness, rain, mirrors.    

Parking, shouting, food, money.       

Pillows, meetings, mud, mailbox.           
Asthma, anger, scars, mental.
 
 
 
 

Sunday, 27 July 2014

Life is beauty

"Look up to the skies, avoid the casual litter,
Running from the pitiful Nihilism,
The misguided tweets, the sad Facebooking,
Cheapness surrounds me, but I'm not looking"

- Nicky Wire

Listen to a beautiful song here.

This was my Thursday night. Ride a bike. See things like this. With songs in your head. Find something beautiful in your life this week. Anywhere you can. Anywhere you look.

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

"I destroyed the image of myself"

"If you are so sure there is no God, where do you get your moral compass?" she asked.

"Oh that is easy", he replied, "that is just a direction finder for the suffering of others."

"But" she pondered, "that implies a certain schadenfreude, which is morally corrupt, doesn't it?"

"Well make it about me then, if that makes it easier. It's all about me anyway, always, for all of us".

Gets them every time.



Thursday, 17 July 2014

But is it art?

Meaning. Useless. Purpose. Pointless.
Autonomy. Illusion. Idiot. Passion.

Words. Trees. Rain. Thankless.
Bargain. Always. Thunder. Laugh.

Russian. Welshman. Sleepless. Joke.
Pattern. Camping. Carpet. Thoughtless.

Clever. Argue. Social. Scapegoat.
Forgetful. Windchimes. Present. Trough.

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Blogs are never finished merely abandoned

The internet has got a lot to answer for. There was a time when every self-respecting introvert  could exist without having to wonder about the rest of the world. We could just go about our business in the certain belief that we were better than everyone else.

Then the web came along and spoiled everything. And to add insult to injury, we have to put up with the inane chatter of extroverts too, but now magnified by a gazillion bytes of bandwidth.

But at least we have YouTube and the ability to prick the pomposity of the vain and pompous. So not all bad.

But the idiom of the blog has produced a convergence of style, phrase and self-congratulatory rubbish, so it's become hard to isolate those with prescient insight from those who just like the sound of their own typing. Of course I am aware of the irony of this on my very own blog.

But the opposite form of the genre has also become a terribly dull cliché of self-deprecation, as if the writer's opinion doesn't matter. In which case why are you bothering?

Pictures can help. Here's my minibreak in a few.






Yes there are even two clichés mixed in with the visuals too. "Oh look I'm drinking, how clever", and "this is me, taken by myself with my own phone, a selfie".

FFS.

I rode to work a couple of times this week and thought about all this. The really hackneyed blogger would have pondered it, because that suggests depth.

And after bailing on today's planned century, in favour of a metric one, I realised that JDB, The Wire and the second Mooro have come up with something so fantastic that I have to. Too.

I can't keep churning out the same old shit.