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July 12, 2018

shaking his shake like

I finally finished Jack Kerouac’s Book of Sketches. The story goes that in 1951, Jack’s friend Ed White encouraged him to do like painters do and make sketches in the street but with words instead of paint. And so Kerouac did. He began writing down prose poem “sketches” in the...

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July 12, 2018

god be sitting on a fence

god be sitting on a fence up the road i saw him peering at the traffic passing by then he wandered over to the tobacco shop said something to the barelegged boy leaning on the countertop adjusted his spandex shorts and left

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July 11, 2018

no glory

so i lay there playing with splinters in the late red afternoon the angels of paradise hidden in the mystery of my days leaning on warm wings sang to me sticks lie broken dead leaves gather dust i am homesick here in the ashes all i wanted was glory found...

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July 5, 2018

ant-people, something has happened – the remix

Best experienced through headphones…  ant-people, something has happened that’s made me question the nature of my reality, a thread to follow… the point of intersection between the human mind and suppression. i don’t think you will ever see me again. i achieved what i was incapable of. the time...

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July 2, 2018

It’s not the big that matters

The blogging game has changed so much since I first started blogging back in 2003. Blogging these days has been relegated to the content marketing game where folks are pimping their wears trying to position themselves as thought leaders in the hopes that they can either become social media influencers...

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July 1, 2018

work and play

This quote has always been a beacon of light for me. I’ve been pursuing it for the past 25 years or so.

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June 22, 2018

vapour and dust

and then it made sense to me i stood witlessly fumbling the key to endless happiness she sat on the bed with her hands clenched, ‘i will help you hold the hatred, spread it over the fields black and foul and what will you do for me?’ i will give...

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June 8, 2018

friday soon rolls around (oh and playlist POW0406)

Friday soon rolls around. I actually have to put on a tie today, which is not my normal Friday (if there is such a thing). The machine needs me and so I answer the call. Last night was painful, but i think the loop may have passed now – i’m...

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June 5, 2018

plaything for the gods

i was in the desert once lost in meditation i was trying to get to grips with being a plaything for the gods i met some souls sitting around a fire in the open night they were contemplating Good and Evil Lust and Sorrow all of my incantations and prayers...

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June 3, 2018

I played one note and I was hooked

What happens when an American and a Hungarian meet in England? Nothing but mischief. On #Audiomo day 3, I catch up with my good friend Zoltan to talk about his love for the double bass. 

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June 2, 2018

Looking at the world through different lenses

It turns out I’ve known Justyna for just over a year now. We met through a mutual company we both do some contract work for. JJ is a kindred spirit. We both dig philosophy, start things we never finish, and think about things way too much. So here for #AudioMo...

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June 1, 2018

Being with my tree

#Audiomo Day 1. I love this time of the year when the Audiomo community comes together for the month of June to make and share audio. I thought I’d add something extra to the 30-day challenge this year and that is to have 30 conversations with 30 different people for...

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May 30, 2018

this has to go where i want to go

– William S. Burroughs Trying to ID the entity that is me when I know I am you and you are me even though I am by myself a whole lot of nothing outside that which is imagined or imagined to be me.  It’s a permanent condition I’ve tried many...

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May 24, 2018

Where is her glory?

outside, the rats huddle against the cold grey shade of sky eyes trail behind her shivering as she sings softly like a morning bell metallic breath blows grim where is her glory?

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May 22, 2018

invisible weight

i gazed upon the gods being sold in department stores and arcades their light i have seen shimmering against your skin and it is not my mind i sing the virtues of dissatisfaction drink from the blood of the bank an innocent evil designated for Hell invisible weight i carried...

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May 18, 2018

her destructive rage

  metaphorically speaking a kooky dream bounces between erotic romance turned gripping taboo restrained, repressive struggling to contain her destructive rage, she falls unkempt in blood slightly deranged a killer on the loose

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May 16, 2018

Revenge of the economically and technologically obsolete

Two of my favourite creative inspirations on the same tape – Hunter S. Thompson, writer and gonzo journalist, and Studs Terkel, oral historian and broadcaster. This is Studs interviewing Hunter about his break out book Hell’s Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs:  

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May 14, 2018

Revisiting my old friend pleasure

Tomorrow I’ll be diving into a conversation about being an ethical hedonist.  I dug through my old notes and found a post I wrote in 2007. It’s a good start.  We’ll be making a podcast out of the conversation which I’ll post a link to here once it’s ready to go.  Until...

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