Been killing this over the last 2 days. No more hip hop albums needed for the rest of 2012 (apart from Skelethon obv). This is plenty, thanks.
9 May 2012
Nietzsche on the toilet
What
a cliché
The
2nd crap of a Tuesday
And
a poem about a book on the
Horror
of God
Conceived
of by a brain mere months
From
dementia
And
it is supposed to be summer
And
it is supposed to be better here
And
None
of these things are the case
And
I feel these pages may not be helping
My
disposition
Maybe
Dr Seuss would have been
A
better companion
For
this particular action.
27 Apr 2012
one track mind
I don't want skateboarding posts to overtake the blog - I really don't - but now and then I have to put stuff that meant a lot to me, up for all to see, and sometimes a few skate-related items all come along at once. Couldn't ignore this one from CBI.
23 Apr 2012
18 Apr 2012
Some days are all of the days.
Some days are all of the
Days you despise
The hours that cramp your stomach
Hold your skull in a vice
A loose paving stone
After a torrential downpour.
Maybe it’s the gravity
The physical pull that creates a circuit
Wires connected to fire connected to light
To brighten the dark road.
And today the whole world just weighs on in
Again
Today is THAT day
One of
THOSE
When it all comes crashing down
Literally
Happily
Repeatedly
Whispering to you in a child-like laugh.
Maybe it is just gravity
A physical pull sparking the decline
Flesh and muscle and heart on fire
Maybe it’s the strategic reintroduction of
The lies
The self denial
Self preservation.
But on the outside there’s nothing
Nothing to see or hear
No breath
No presence or force
Today there is nothing
Left
Of me.
Days you despise
The hours that cramp your stomach
Hold your skull in a vice
A loose paving stone
After a torrential downpour.
Maybe it’s the gravity
The physical pull that creates a circuit
Wires connected to fire connected to light
To brighten the dark road.
And today the whole world just weighs on in
Again
Today is THAT day
One of
THOSE
When it all comes crashing down
Literally
Happily
Repeatedly
Whispering to you in a child-like laugh.
Maybe it is just gravity
A physical pull sparking the decline
Flesh and muscle and heart on fire
Maybe it’s the strategic reintroduction of
The lies
The self denial
Self preservation.
But on the outside there’s nothing
Nothing to see or hear
No breath
No presence or force
Today there is nothing
Left
Of me.
15 Apr 2012
13 Apr 2012
'I'm 18, he's 18 - everybody's 18...'
What do you think of skateboarding in 2012?
I don’t think many kids even comprehend what it took to come up with the tricks that everybody does today. They all started this knowing that a noseblunt was possible because they’d seen it. They know it exists. We didn’t. I remember sitting in front of World and watching Mark get into them. I couldn’t believe it. Then I’d hear about Hensley getting into them backside and on down the line…
I think a lot of the difficulty lies in the establishing groundwork. The originality and the innovation. It’s easier to learn something once you know it’s possible.
But skateboarding means everything to me, man. It’s the Holy Grail. It’s the thing that opened up all these different facets of my life that I’m still drawing off of. It’s the gift that keeps giving.
Thank God for Epsom Salt.
Ron Chatman.
I don’t think many kids even comprehend what it took to come up with the tricks that everybody does today. They all started this knowing that a noseblunt was possible because they’d seen it. They know it exists. We didn’t. I remember sitting in front of World and watching Mark get into them. I couldn’t believe it. Then I’d hear about Hensley getting into them backside and on down the line…
I think a lot of the difficulty lies in the establishing groundwork. The originality and the innovation. It’s easier to learn something once you know it’s possible.
But skateboarding means everything to me, man. It’s the Holy Grail. It’s the thing that opened up all these different facets of my life that I’m still drawing off of. It’s the gift that keeps giving.
Thank God for Epsom Salt.
Ron Chatman.
12 Apr 2012
abandoned work
The preparation of the defiant.
Increasingly
Those who continue to defy the median
Who run in the walking lane and
Fly across shipping lanes,
Seem to be retreating further back and
Down into their regressive fantasy,
Locked into a delicious spiral,
Dense and craving and dark and warm.
Conversely
Those who tow the line,
Who remain stead-
Fast and fancy free,
Those fuckers increase in size
And bank balance,
Inwardly and outwardly,
Quietly and cowardly,
They dwell in the shallows and graze
Bovine like.
And they all accept the inevitable end.
Though some remain buried in perpetual denial
The others prepare for it every single morning,
From 5a.m dreams to sunset.
They prepare,
Careless
Happy and worryingly defiant,
Stupidly wrong, as they spin down to the singularity
Of
It.
And still you run the race
Burn Molotov cocktails in place of adrenaline
Still you climb walls
Buildings
Scale Olympus Mons
Still you chase down fears and burn your past to dust
Still you dance to the song of your lover’s voice
Her truthful stare
Her breath on your neck while you lay there
Sleeping like a simple child.
Increasingly
Those who continue to defy the median
Who run in the walking lane and
Fly across shipping lanes,
Seem to be retreating further back and
Down into their regressive fantasy,
Locked into a delicious spiral,
Dense and craving and dark and warm.
Conversely
Those who tow the line,
Who remain stead-
Fast and fancy free,
Those fuckers increase in size
And bank balance,
Inwardly and outwardly,
Quietly and cowardly,
They dwell in the shallows and graze
Bovine like.
And they all accept the inevitable end.
Though some remain buried in perpetual denial
The others prepare for it every single morning,
From 5a.m dreams to sunset.
They prepare,
Careless
Happy and worryingly defiant,
Stupidly wrong, as they spin down to the singularity
Of
It.
And still you run the race
Burn Molotov cocktails in place of adrenaline
Still you climb walls
Buildings
Scale Olympus Mons
Still you chase down fears and burn your past to dust
Still you dance to the song of your lover’s voice
Her truthful stare
Her breath on your neck while you lay there
Sleeping like a simple child.
10 Apr 2012
3 Apr 2012
29 Mar 2012
'people seem to like me because I'm polite, and I am rarely late...'
Prepare yourself for more of this guy in the near future. Anchorman 2 is coming.
28 Mar 2012
22 Mar 2012
Spin magazine (on the telephone, babay)
SPIN has had a makeover (a re-fit, a re-jiggle as Roots Manuva once said).
Along with Mojo, one of the only good music mags left. Check it out.
19 Mar 2012
12 Mar 2012
8 Mar 2012
4 Mar 2012
RIP Ralph McQuarrie
Star Wars - and I mean ALL of Star Wars, would never have been what it was or what it is today if not for three people; Ben Burtt, John Williams and Ralph McQuarrie. Forget George Lucas, I'm not even joking. Try watching any scenes without either the score or sound FX and nothing works - there's no soul to any of it. But preceding any of that is the look of the SW universe and that - all of that - came from the mind and massive talent that was Ralph McQuarrie.
You look at any of the paintings from the Original Film and the sets they ended up making, the characters are pretty much 90% what he created. It's the entire base for what most guys my age wanted to dress like when they were kids. Kids in the 50's watched westerns and copied that, McQuarrie essentially created the new cowboys for sci-fi fans everywhere.
You look at any of the paintings from the Original Film and the sets they ended up making, the characters are pretty much 90% what he created. It's the entire base for what most guys my age wanted to dress like when they were kids. Kids in the 50's watched westerns and copied that, McQuarrie essentially created the new cowboys for sci-fi fans everywhere.
1 Mar 2012
Written from...
Written from within the relative safety of an ongoing superiority complex.
The reasons my eyes look so dark
To you
Are in no particular order, as follows;
Daylight
Darkness
Buses
Trains
Babies
Mothers
Absentee fathers
Absentee friends
Alcoholic tendencies
No dancing
No running
Banks
Bosses
Their bosses
Their bosses
And so on
Impatience
Insecurity
Damaged synapses
Rerouted thought patterns
Roadblocks thrown up by dead men
The dentist
The doctor
Typewriters
Computer keyboards
Basho
Buk
Childish
Rollins
Stipe
Wilson
And the rest
Cocaine
MDMA
Marijuana
Other people’s cigarettes
Other people’s roll-ups
Caffeine
Fear
Disillusionment
Abandonment
Overcompensation
Joy
Love
Principles
Adrenaline
Painting
Sculpture
Horror
Melted clocks and movie theatres
Intelligence
And understanding of the souls of men
And women
I could go on
But I have somewhere to be
And so do
You.
29 Feb 2012
28 Feb 2012
27 Feb 2012
7 Feb 2012
Finitempathy.
It is just that much easier
To not read the paper
Watch the TV news
To turn the page and channel and
Other cheek
It is just that much easier to say no
Than it is to nod politely like a goddamn priest
Every minute of the day
Better to accommodate only a fraction of requests
And plead the fifth for the
Rest
And your pretence will
Not
Go unrewarded
Your empty heart will thank you
For these actions
And you will feel free
And you will be free
It is correct that no man
Is an island
We are in actuality vast continents
Countries to be won over by years of war
If we were to allow it
We are full of love and understanding
Too much
Too soon
Too far
Too quick to help
And then to regret the
Same
It is just that much easier to say no
Than it is to nod politely
Subordinately
Year in and out to the edge
Better to accommodate only a fraction of requests
And plead the fifth for the
Rest.
It is just that much easier
To not read the paper
Watch the TV news
To turn the page and channel and
Other cheek
It is just that much easier to say no
Than it is to nod politely like a goddamn priest
Every minute of the day
Better to accommodate only a fraction of requests
And plead the fifth for the
Rest
And your pretence will
Not
Go unrewarded
Your empty heart will thank you
For these actions
And you will feel free
And you will be free
It is correct that no man
Is an island
We are in actuality vast continents
Countries to be won over by years of war
If we were to allow it
We are full of love and understanding
Too much
Too soon
Too far
Too quick to help
And then to regret the
Same
It is just that much easier to say no
Than it is to nod politely
Subordinately
Year in and out to the edge
Better to accommodate only a fraction of requests
And plead the fifth for the
Rest.
2 Feb 2012
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