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I can't pretend Not no more Not no longer I can't talk a good game About numbers and profit Can't beam with fake Excitement at being Given more of the same To do Even the money don't Matter Its potential for Transformation into Material things is Far less important To me now. I wanna chase … Continue reading Not No More
I'm trying To be Good Cool Relaxed To ride These Buckling earthquakes Of emotion With a nonchalant Smile Redolent Of 'commonplace' On my lips. I'm trying But its hard. Each peak Each trough Sends Butterflies Fluttering Excitedly Through my Existence. This beautiful tumult Has arisen in me Because I know that these events Are all … Continue reading Buckling Earthquake
Looking back, My life was daisies and buttercups High jinks and delinquency Drunkeness and laughter. I would have had it No other way because There was love at the Heart of it all The skies were always blue Except when it rained But then we simply inhaled The aroma of musty earth And waited for … Continue reading Dark Cloud
When I was young I watched adults cavorting, Drinking, laughing, dancing. And I thought 'So. That's what life is all about' Now I am middle aged I have seen old people suffering. Illness, unhappiness and strife. And I thought 'Oh. That's what life is all about' I suspect that when I too am Old, infirm … Continue reading What Life’s About
There's always more to people than meets the eye. Take me for instance. I can be critical and evaluative as will be immediately apparent from my other posts on this site. Certainly, as one who seeks to cultivate that cool beloved of writers, I like to come across in my prose as ironic, objective and … Continue reading Still Learning
The creation event of twentieth century popular music - its big bang if you like - can, to my mind, be traced back to a singular event in January 1865. That moment could be characterised as a dark black explosion, the shock waves of which reverberated for the following one hundred and fifty years. Despite the myriad … Continue reading Pop Goes The Freedom
I've been working in Manchester of late, doing the seven-fifteen shuffle across the peak district - it is so dispiriting sometimes that it has been known to inspire poetry! There must be something about commuting at this time of year that leads to polemics. Last year I wrote a fairly heartfelt post railing against the commercialisation … Continue reading Gonna Start a Revolution From My Bed