Broadcast Yourself

This is a response to a blog post by Ben Carr, a normally relatively sane and engaging person, which you can find here.
In it, he outlines how the community built around Youtube is falling apart now that certain people are treating it as serious business to, y’know, make a living out of what they love [...]

Right, okay, now just imagine this one, right

You go far into the future. Many thousands of years into the future. You find yourself among a race of humanoid creatures not overly dissimilar to how we are today, who live in a world barren of obvious habitations and urban areas. A world which stretches off into the distance completely devoid of any signs [...]

Art is not an art any more.

Guys, I’m sick of this. The world of art and artists has become so slovenly, amorphous and bloated that while the very tip of it has crawled and slimed its way up onto a pedestal, it’s left a wide trail of itself lying confused on the stairway, and most of it is immobile, upside-down, on [...]

A GIG! A GIG!

Yeah, that’ll do.

A Happy Medium

Strange
To think that poetry
Like you or I
Has not been here forever.
Verse seems timeless
Such is time lodged deep
Into its frame
Into its shape. But
There was that one
Time when somebody
Put pen to paper
Wrote the words; and
Thought to pause
Part-way across the paper.

Riviera

Up on the pebble riviera
Where waves lick concrete,
Living, cool
Breezes swift in clear blue
Through open space
And air.
Where brushed blocks, bruised
Live slowly
And the mood turns into itself,
Each night and every morning.
Up on the pebble riviera,
Great stegosaurus stumbling crunches rare
But loud within the crashing of the sea,
Relentless, cool.
Hesitation and the pounding
Thumps, great thumps and froth again
Against the floor [...]

Rocker

Dull iron, grit
And power in the wires,
Laying tread with flash tanks
And flecked floors with spit
To fuck a greasy axe-wound
Readily
And improbably certain,
He plays her
In the only way he knows,
Certain, ground and dusty;
Through her and overcompensating
In the dark of all-night
And when the lights shine on,
Objective,
White heat played raw to death,
To death! And to each,
His own drives on [...]