Illusions

'Is everything we see or seem, but a dream within a dream?' (no of course not you idiot, if it was I'd be able to fly...)

BDK once again

Still want that grey Yo MTV hoody...

Bill Viola / NIN

Quote of the Day

Anyone can become angry - that is easy, but to be angry with the right person at the right time, and for the right purpose and in the right way - that is not within everyone's power and that is not easy. Aristotle.

Backup.

A feint vision remains, burned into the back of my retina
Faces
Not many, but some
Once important figures in the history of my life
Now turned to dust.

All abandoned
All fled
All
Dust.

No one now remains
I am covered now in barbed wire
Hazard lights flashing just out of
Reach.

There is no feeling of loss
No regret or mourning for the still breathing
Still laughing, distant
faces.

I pretend
Make excuses
As always
Lies deceit corruption without punctuation.

Because that is my way
My right
To feel as I am
There are no tears

It is only dust in my eyes.

yeah but

Yeah but-

Being right so much lands you in a choke-hold,
Locked in the arm of a 200 pound gorilla.
His strength never waning,
Yours seeping out of all the cracks.

Being right lands you in the frying pan
And
The fire, via hot coals - and then
To sleep on a bed of nails.

Sweet dreams.

And the days are not full enough

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
not shaking the grass.

Ezra Pound.

Heavy wain.

All I want is my coffee,
Please cease with your well mannered pleasantries.
All I want is a dry street,
A change of direction
And a reason to carry on,
So please stop asking me about the weather.

I know you are told to do these things;
Make nice,
Keep smiling,
Keep them smiling,
I know you want to do these things
Also,
As you are too young and focussed
To be jaded.

All I want is everything, now that you ask.
The surface of the sun and the centre
Mass of your heart,
So hide those pearly whites from view, and
Carry on about your
Day.

Get on with whatever it is you
Do
When you’re not gwinning at people,
Because there is no time for this.

You will one day soon realise
That you are a hundred years old,
And listening to all those people talk about
The job, the train, the holiday -
All of that has vacuumed tiny gaps of air from
Your lungs,
And left you with quantum imperfections of
The soul.

All I want is my coffee,
This morning I kind of like the gentle wain.

Beautiful Losers

I watched this documentary a really long time ago – thought it was amazing and yet don’t seem to have posted a thing about it on here. Then preceded to forget about it entirely. Anyhoooo... it is really good obviously – and is one of those doc’s that makes you remember why you (try to) do what you do and that you need to get off your ass and do it more.