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…
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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…
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…
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…
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.
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…
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….
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…
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….
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…
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…
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…
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?
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…
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
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…
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…