Monday, February 16, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Movement
please update your pages and mind archives accordingly...
...see you on the other side!
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
04-365
There is not much else to say really...
..its 6.30am... my night stated over 12hours ago in a subway..
..it was a good night...
...these are good echoes from home.
Monday, February 2, 2009
03-365
I was a little conflicted...
as i sat in the Australian pub watching Fitzgerald of the Arizona Cardinals sprint his way towards the Stealers end zone I was sure I had my subject set....
...there are not many things that can pull a Steelers obsessed Hawaiian away from the NFL Supebowl as their team seems to be losing its grip on the trophy... Little did i know he had never seen snow before...and so to my surprise sun drenched Americans vacated the pub in search of frosty salvation... I was suddenly deeply conflicted!
A "steal" by the Stealers? (cough) or Snow? (lets face it, snow does not need any witty introduction, its purely snow, and it's mad outa it!)
What was i to do? Both warrant a fairly in depth analysis... both could change the course of history... both could mean many things....
..but of course we already know how it ends. The picture above sort of gives it away. The Cardinals lost, even as they pulled ahead in the final moments (moments meaning 15mins - ad break- some analysis - and 20 replays....ill never understand this sport!) the Steelers produced truly incredible displays of athleticism and deserved the victory in the end... thus rendering my prized photo of Fitzgerald running heroically towards the line completely useless...
a picture of snow falling shall suffice... i feel it may feature tomorrow also. The word from London goes along the lines of "Snowed In" "Disaster Zone" "Fargo"....
I think that means its pretty bad!
To the morning we shall head...where early is the aim, and reinforcements from the motherland will be airlifted to whitened fields and moody city dwellers..
Hello Monday, cup of tea?
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Rip Out All The New Ones
I know how you feel; nohing works, nothing sounds right, its the same thing again and again, i have done this before.
Even the novelty of the new cannot destroy the power of the old. I am trapped within the old walls and the new is irrelivant. We will pick on the green and blue... haul up the stars and paint a new horizon. We need a refresh... an etchosketch... we need a new... we need a restart.... do-over.
And then what?? The sun rises in a new square? no blues here only red? and we will walk out windows ...orange with the night... glass of rippling water... orange with the night... why do you never please my mind? here i lie.... yet another night....yet another hole... another black box....Echoes of reality....inner reality? truth?
where should i belong?
Shake out a new one thank you very much
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Saturday, January 31, 2009
02/365
You know when everyone is just not moving fast enough? Some days i just don't get it. I am usually so happy to move at my own pace, that being fast when i walk, slow when i run and not even moving when im already late. Today however, and it tends to happen once every month or so... i was on autopilot. The world was in slow motion and everyone had taken to the streets to get in my way.
I was looking for "The Empyrean" by John Frusciante, a new release and obviously the third hardest thing to find in Paris behind red cheddar cheese and general kindness. Only after 6 metros, 2 Virgin "Mega" stores and 2 Fnacs did i find myself at home and fairly impressed.
This is a great album, not fantastic, but great...in that there is a real authenticity and true experimentation evident.. there is no rush and no desire to please the masses.. this is so personal its nearly not for anybody other than Mr. Frusciante himself... however that's how all his music sounds, how all his lyrics come across.. a weird voyeuristic quality pops its head up every so often when you realise Just what he is singing about, and then you remember that he wants you to hear.... or at least he wants to say it..
Listen to the opening track "Before the Beginning" and the cover "Song to the Siren" and you will instantly love this album.
Yet another day of thinking... we tend to do that us humans...my intentions grow towards the roots of my musical adventure... and i want to play as well as i did back in the days when there was nothing else on my mind.. i just need time...
Happy voices on interrupted plastic talking devices, cold drafts through history's windows, nothing is disabled these days...nobody is unhappy.
I'm thinking heavy heavy blasts of the usual explosives and a side of history
Friday, January 30, 2009
01/365
A day in with lights, cameras and action
Like any other day i guess.. we just have to pick a time and go with it. Those who plan ahead are clever enough to hide their ideas in an event or moment of renewal...i however am thirty days late and itchy to get goin'...
Never picked a more uneventful day to do so! I guess if it had been any more eventful i would never have come across this idea...so good things come to those who wait i guess....or at least those who do nothing.
Dan Flavin featured in my brain today... lighting corners and illuminating ideas that as yet had gone unnoticed. I must remember to keep this up.
People are out there in the darkness after....waiting for the lights to go...ding ding ding... with good news and memories from the land of the green.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Nearly Everybody
Quesssssssstion four hundred break it all in four and five and fifty thousand believe in more and the soil will giv ethe thousands extra the thousand billion more, more more, more ,more is all we drive towards and i could have you in an instant i could have you in a heart beat i can press those buttons click those minds and break into a new existance more tangible and more existential and i am still in the shadows of the past though they are weaker and less inside the mids the temples the temples drumming drumming i saw it in my minds eye betweeen the night and the morning and in the morning and tomorrow the world will sleep the closed world, the foreign world the place where everyone does nothing and complains about everything and so i created you with the intention of collectivity and collection point stooooop dont look! and we talk to the
stop again....and again....and again.
this broke.. nice and slow and slow and delay delay....
where has the consistancy suddenly gone, the world has slowed to the speed of any any in time any in place and i shake i shake..
where will i go next...
will i grace the floor?
and again... near to full...near to empty...near to the gaps
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Monday, January 12, 2009
See it in Colour
You just keep tapping..moving so slightly.. smile.. nod...eyes glazed.. seen it before...heard it before... and the world moves...and i move.. and i am listening
and i am gone.
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Requirements
Is this all free yea? I wouldnt have guessed... ill have the fourth from the right, third from the left, next to the bottom and very far from the top. Yes, that, yes, the one that screams hairy hairy hairy on the giant microphone... you with me? good i hoped the work i was festering about in would come back to me some day with a smile and i never did doubt my judgement. into tunnels out of tunnels, around the corners of city streets that call for your feet and scream in your ears!
Machines of metallic, motions towards the answers.... never will i ride.. never will i require!
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Saturday, January 10, 2009
Hanging in the Shadows, Falling in the Sun
And then the sky came to join, resting on our shoulders and dressing the world in white sheets and glass crowns. The world hanging heavy, atlas on a break, the sky on our shoulders... the world drooped magical.
Dont let it in... neither the pain nor the white.. keep it out and look upon it...why else are we here? For days now the earth has held it in...clasped it with all it was worth...dont let go...stay for another drink! Please! you will not regret it i promise!
And we went up down all round
then i lost them all
and memories are now just that without the physical
perhaps that is what I will fix today, perhaps that is what I will do...
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Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Sssa Ssssssa SSssssssa
im still wondering why again?? yet more pondering, yet more nothingness to talk about to the home team.... "ah sure you know its grand like...y'know"
All this to look forward to..
and all this to look back too...
white rolling hills, high mountains with dandruff... lakes that create and destroy... rivers that hide the evidence.. bubbles of white and blue empty height ... lets buy into that... and it was warmer above than below....brighter above than below... and the world was empty and the world was colourless.. shaken... etched... sketched... not quite this and not quite that...
and here i am...within the uncertainty.... sitting on uncertainty... lying on uncertainty...
lets drink the magic... lets remember the happier times ...are they as happy as now?
cus if happiness came in colours i felt a big white one today...
same ol' same ol' what more can be offered... ive got to go look i guess..
ill find it.
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