Unsettled in suburbia

needle striped houses

and polka dot trees

servile tulips that bend at the knees in

hanging basket greeting

of a queen so rarely seen

except for every day after 5

and weekends

and mornings

candy striped husbands

marshmallow motors

kids that skip unpleasantly

chipper to school

neighbours who swing

in Whoville unseen

grassy assed teenagers

stupidly keen on Ricky for some reason

with his sleeves a different colour than his jersey

and that jock swag of a chin too large

and an eye in perpetual wink

 

Flame of Consciousness

Stretching out ahead

Vast narrow wind

Stringy path – goat tracked

Grass matted like my hair at the back when I can’t be bothered to comb.

Poke holes in soil

Dampness

Dew in the morning on the “washing” line

Granted

I’m an adder, swishing through, coiling up

Slow worm

Slow wyrm

A letter and I have wings and claws and

legend gold

Fear inciter (twisted)

Blowing up bin-breath

Antisocial hoarder of things that mean different to me.

A magpie value

Scrooge McDuck Dragon whip my tail and yawn, as you creep past me

Heart pounds

My great yellow eye pierces your body,

Drop in fear and I make you dance, twirling dolly with scaled fingers,

Black glinting talon twirls.

Scar in the lair – you can be Rowan Atkinson’s blue bird

Ooooooo (Horror ooo)

Swollen heads and black eyes

Vacant and cruel

Wobbling toddlers without mercy

Probing waxy fingers

Beckon,

Expressionless narrow mouth set in grey

Bulbous head atop sympathetic frailty.

Limited imagination in our consciousness creates

Alien cliches.

How long have we been falling back on vampires for?

They’ve been “sexy”, they’ve been Gollum Nosferatu

Long in the tooth blood-sucker.

Please mate.

Frigging werewolves again

Prowling around in their tartan,

Classic mirror scene seeing the beast within

Oh the horror,

The imaginable, overdone horror.

Monsters who blend in,

Vacuous gases threaten,

Illness, bacteria, death embodied.

Fear is a creeping darkness

In context.

Little girls with discordant chimes and knives,

Standing over the safe place – the bed, the intrusion of it all,

The relative vulnerability of the sleeping figure and the loomer poised to take violent action.

The suspense of a hand on one’s shoulder, chilling.

Strange.

Literally anything can be scary, if there’s enough of them, or very few –

Just the wrong amount.

Puppy – lovely.

Skip full of puppies – scary.

Fly – OK, mildly gross shit eater.

Drawer full of flies – disturbing.

Forest – normal, only potentially frightening

One singular tree growing through a house or out of someone’s face – well, you get the idea.

An idea can make anything uncanny, I’m looking at jars now, The jars on my brother’s shelf – they’re filled with seeds, and grains and things.

But imagine if they were filled with souls, or eyeballs, or whole worlds and the power to shake the world consumed someone and drove them to a frightening place where they became the voyeur of the jar people,

a little god, and they did experiments and felt the guilt but carried on, and took it out on the innocent jar people and crushed them.

Then that’d be scary-

Or it could be scary, with the right filming and the right acting,

(Grimace in the right place,

Play up that moral struggle and settle on what no one wants you to do)

the right lights and unnerving music.

I wrote this before bed, how silly of me. Typical.

Sickening behaviour by the protagonist once again.

Internet Culture – Peace

Where does one go when Nihilism becomes cliche?

Internet cliche.

Nihilistic memes.

Trends pulse and pop.

Do you remember when everyone was into sloths?

Then unicorns.

Buy plastic pastels

Rainbows.

Sparkly notions dreamlike.

Then you get the backlash, the opposite fashion

Black nails again.

Mermaid time

Pearlescent greens and blues

Seashell pink,

Narwhals.

We need things to suck up our sickness,

Rolling ideas gain traction

And become popular.

Cats are a constant.

The places we escape to are only so original

We can help each other find sanctuary.

Share, spread the good word.

Things grow and curl around our culture,

Become our reality.

Almost infinite complexity that we’re wrapped up in and made of.

I work to understand my own beliefs and where they come from, I’m certain of little, although I’ve learnt so much,

I want to be a gentle generation.

I want us to do the right thing.

Music I’ve been loving lately – Syd and Ray Blk

I just thought I’d share a post about some of the music I’ve been listening to lately, I tend to revolve in the same musical space for quite a while because I just get so happy existing there. Also, just a note, I write about two artists here, but I give them quite unequal word time, that’s for no real reason, other than the fact that I’m just quite unmeasured and if it flows for longer then I just let it 🙂 .

Listening to new artists, although exciting, is not always something I’m in the mood for. It’s a bit like starting a new TV series, having to get to know all new characters and story-lines etc. I like to find media I wash myself in to be of comfort, that’s why I like familiarity a lot of the time, or perhaps I’m a bit lazy in this department.

I have to be in a very particular mood to start listening to a new album for example.

Anyway, I’m rambling. Let’s go:

  • Syd’s most recent album – Fin

I love Syd’s vocals, attitude and stage presence – she oozes sex appeal for me and makes music that I want to move to. Her music could so easily be the soundtrack to eye-fucking someone on the dance-floor, letting the darkness and the drink make you liquid.

I particularly like Dollar Bills, Know, Body and All About Me.

It’s such a smooth album, that really wraps you up in it.

  • Ray Blk’s – Durt

I keep coming back to Ray Blk – I first heard her sing 5050 and it just made me look for more of her work. It just sounded like it might have been some old classic that I was failing to recognise and I was surprised to find it was an original song – I’m not sure what felt familiar about it, but the point is – I loved it.

I love her candour. And the emotion she conveys so gracefully in her voice, I find the content of a lot of her songs to be so touching and real.

My favourite songs from “Durt” are My Hood and Gone (which features Wretch 32) – Chill Out is also so listenable.

Talk To Me and 2am are also great tracks that I listen to on repeat.

Her voice is so expressive of pain and sometimes bleakness, but she combines it with touches of lightness and humour. Her references to pop-culture really make them real by setting the lyrics in time, the details paint such a vivid image for me.

The first verse of 2am shows that detail perfectly:

 ” […] no no, cartoons on the telly,

cold spaghetti in my belly.

I laugh loud, nobody can hear me,

Zoidberg, Carlsberg, I’m feeling merry”

I appreciate the rhymes and half-rhymes and the lonely picture she paints with humour. That clarity of bringing the scene to life, I think, is a real skill.

Also, I love it in Talk To Me when she says “Hope you hit it last, Kanye not Ray J” – I find it really beautiful and candid, by using this image – she expertly avoids cliche and to be honest, it kinda gets my heart a bit. On top of that, as in a lot of her songs, the pace of her deliverance propels things forward so pleasantly and with such great rhythm.

Candour, honesty and directness are things I admire and love to hear so much in music, the personas in her songs speak a kind of truth I find really emotive, she shows us so many things at once, her vulnerability, her sexuality and her drive, as well as her creativity in expressing those feelings.

I just love her story-telling basically and the effortlessly cool frame in which she places it, and now I’m gonna stop gushing, it’s feels a bit out of character, haha.

I just love hearing complex female voices in music and Ray Blk and Syd, I feel, give us just that.

H