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Monday, 17 November 2014

Twisties


Do you remember the time
Your flatmate let me in
And when I entered the kitchen
You were sitting in the window
Slender and wonderful,
Framed in the window,
Peacefully eating Twisties?
You smiled at me.

I picked on you
For eating Twisties.
I had to.
You were too beautiful.



Parkstreet

Saturday, 15 November 2014

When You Aren't Afraid


Have you had the dream where you are woken by the sound of unknown feet coming up the creaking wooden stairs? You are in a sleeping bag, the more you struggle the more you become tangled in it, unable to move, unable to rise and protect yourself? 

"How do I normally get out of a sleeping bag? Why not just do that?"

Walking on a pavement along the edge of a cliff is no different to walking on any other pavement.

She is sitting on the low wall at the front of the garden, the bricks beneath her are still warm in the Summer twilight. He is standing beside her, trying to look as if he is enjoying smoking his cigarette. She mumbles something about having to go in soon. Suddenly he is standing in front of her, smiling, stepping forward, his hands gently holding her arms. "This is it", she thinks, "my first real kiss, with a boy I really like".

"What do you want?", she asks, smiling back at him. "Just this", he murmurs, leaning towards her. Her eyes close. His stomach rumbles loudly, makes him wonder if he has spoiled the moment, decides to go ahead anyway, rushes in and firmly kisses her, lands somewhere between nose and cheek, leans back, apologises, feels her hand on his cheek as she guides him in to her lips. 

I'm on a train, notice a man on a tenth floor apartment balcony. He's smoking, his back to me, leaning against the balcony rail, possibly chatting with someone inside. As I pass I wonder if he has considered if that rail is well built? If it fails he will fall to his death. Is the rest of the apartment block well built? Has he even thought about it? Did he even give it a shake before he leaned back, entrusted his life to it? Or was he too concerned that he looked relaxed, cool, to whomever is inside? Does he never consider such things? Someone, somewhere in the world, is probably falling to his or her death due to a poorly constructed balcony rail, right now, in the fifteen seconds it takes me to pass this man who leans so nonchalantly. 

Then the man, and the balcony rail, are gone, without incident, forgotten as my train crosses over a busy street, then pulls into a busy station.

Your friend is angry, driving too fast. If you ask him to slow down will you sound like a nerd? Might it possibly make him drive even faster, more angry? 

Everyone else is eating it. It must be ok.

And the dream where you have forgotten how to swim, or can't run, or speak, even though you can do all those things without thinking . . . when you aren't afraid.


Parkstreet

Friday, 14 November 2014

Jimmy Vargas, Broken


I recorded on this EP a few years ago, it was just released today. As always Jimmy Vargas has made something beautiful, I’m proud to be on this recording.

You can listen here:





Parkstreet

Thursday, 13 November 2014

Joe Ransom, White Whale


This is a new song and video from my mate Joe Ransom. 

If you look very closely you'll see me on one of his t shirts, I believe the highlight of the video. Apparently others disagree.

Because this blogging site is being a dick I can't post the video, but here is the YouTube link: http://youtu.be/EK9K3dYmVp0

Joe is an original and interesting songwriter. Give him a look and listen. Share him on social media if you like him. He is a truly independent musician who makes all his own work without the modern begging of crowd funding, so any help in getting this new song around will be welcome and appreciated.


Parkstreet

Sunday, 9 November 2014

A Spam Comment


This is an example of the sort of comments this blog receives, thousands of them. I receive more hits from spammers than readers, one of the reasons I've mostly ceased blogging. 

On a positive note I'm spending my blogging time on writing a novel, which is coming along nicely. I'm hoping it will be completed early next year.

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Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Our History Is A Bit Shit


I've been reading a lot of history recently. It has reminded me that humans have always been, well, a bit shit really. I wonder why the wisdom of our ancestors is believed to be wisdom?

Centuries of people motivated by self interest and superstition, slaughtering each other in the name of their nations, their heads of state, their gods. Most lived and died without knowing much more than when they were born, believed what they were told to believe, did what they were told to do. 

Those named as great were mostly the most violent. Corruption and hypocrisy were normal for the ruling classes. Capricious acts of barbarity were considered a right, given by a god. Hopelessness and pain were considered normal by everyone else, given to the by a god.

Things haven't changed so much. A tiny minority still own everything, still claim the right to do as they please. The majority still do what they are told to do, believe what they are told to believe. 

Humans, if we want to become less shit, need to look to the future, not the past. If we don't want more of the same, the same shit, we need to decide what we do want, write our own, slightly less shit, history, give a better wisdom to our children.


Parkstreet

Friday, 31 October 2014

Filthy Perverted Lawmakers


In Singapore some lawmakers have created a new law that makes it illegal for a man to insert his penis into the anus of another man. What filthy perverts these lawmakers are, getting off on making up laws about things that are none of their business. They disgust me. 

The filth of sticking their laws where they don't belong, the perversion of twisting the definition of justice.


Parkstreet