Fink - This is the thing.....

"This Is The Thing"

I don't know if you notice anything different.
It's getting dark and it's getting cold and the nights are getting long
And I don't know if you even notice at all
That I'm long gone

And the things that keep us apart
Keep me alive
And the things that keep me alive
Keep me alone
This is the thing

I don't know if you notice anything missing
Like the leaves on the trees or my clothes all over the floor
And I don't know if you even notice at all
'Cause I was real quiet when I closed the door

And the things that keep us apart
Keep me alive
And the things that keep me alive
Keep me alone
This is the thing

And I don't know if you notice anything different
I don't know if you even notice at all

This is the thing

Alice Temple - Undone (Final song in "Dream of a Life")

Watch me fall from grace,
Disappear with no trace,
As I try to erase you.

Feel the pain and watch me bleed,
Surely this is not what I need.

Shut out everyone,
and watch me run.
Lay me under the sun
So cold I have become
Now that I have been undone

It is me you ignore
As you shut the door
I don’t deserve this pain anymore.

I know that I’m worth so much more
Than what I give credit for
It is me I need to adore.

Watch me fall from grace,
Disappear with no trace,
As I try to erase you.

Feel the pain and watch me bleed,
Surely this is not what I need.





After watching "Dream of a Life" about the life and more than tragic circumstances of the circumstances surrounding the death of Joyce Carol Vincent I am starkly reminded about our fragility.

Flash Fiction - The Furnace 04/08/14

The task here was to create a scene.

The Furnace

The blackened chimneys of the steelworks have been towering over the town for what seemed like an eternity. Like guards watching over the townsfolk over centuries hustling and bustling under the castle in the olden days.

Seeing generations of young men entering through the forbidding gates made of steel and barbed wire, coughing them back out after a few decades of pouring burning iron into the golden lined purses of Mr. and Mrs. Fuck-Off-you-peasant-bastards with permanent blackened faces lining the red eyes of tired and sick old men, who have nothing left to live for other than sitting on rotting porches drinking piss beer waiting to die.

Jack had joined to the queue like his father and grandfather before him. Within a few short years it seemed he had fast forwarded into old age, turning into a carbon copy of something he still wasn’t sure it was a good thing or simply stupid.

Looking across the car park he saw a 1978 C3 Chevrolet Corvette, with the black and silver stripe painting and the 5.7ltr. engine of the limited edition to mark the 25^th anniversary of the most beautiful car ever having been built… Just like the one he had bought in the mid 1990s when all his mates were either into the Camaros, the 1990s Ford Mustangs or the silly Pontiac Trans Am. He had to sell his when the twins arrived. Back then it seemed a sacrifice worth making. Now he saw a young lad stepping out of what was certainly his most prized possession. Jack could see the pride and joy in the young man’s face looking at his car. It was like looking into a mirror. Damn, was that only 15 years ago? Maybe even less?? Time had become the steady drip feed of poison that began to drain the life out of a body that was not that old and worn out yet. He didn’t dare think any further so he switched off the radio in his people carrier piece of heaving shit and his brain like he did every morning…

Flash Fiction - Random 11/08/14

The lights had gone out and red lights started flashing. Two thoughts were desperately fighting for my attention at once. The first was: How did I get here? And the second should have been: This isn’t right.

As the cabin started to fill not just with ice-cold water but also a decidedly unfriendly sound of an alarm my brain only managed to come up with: fuck, shit, fuck….shit.

The speed with which the water rose didn’t allow for any investigations of phenomenological or metaphysical nature. I had to get out of here. And quick.

In the old days this would have been my easiest spell. But the 21^st century isn’t a good place for fairies or any magical creatures come to that. And the bridge of a sinking cold war era submarine is certainly not a good place for a fairy with, well, lets say substance using issues.

For years I had a cosy place in one of the old yards at the Plymouth docks but since those had been knocked a few years back, all the other places had been taken up by stupid bats. Would you believe it? There were laws protecting these ugly filthy fuckers. And what about us? Take Iceland for example. Over there we even have a ministry! I should have followed cousin Ernie decades ago, never mind the cold. Damn, what wouldn’t I give for some smack, right now. OK, focus. How long can I hold my breath? What’s the name of that washed out mermaid again? She’d had to come if I only could remember her name. Just like that.

Inspirations:

The three slips randomly selected provided the bones of it.

Substance using (Iron Man 3 – Ben Kingsley’s character)

Bats – discussion I had with Brian one the first day he showed me Saltash when we were talking about bats and Cameron changing the laws.

Fairies, mermaids and other magical creatures in the 21^st century: American Gods

Flash Fiction - Night Shift 28/07/14

6.15am. Again.

Driving on the boring road as I call her.  And after that on the stupid road and then the slow road. Before I get to the house trying to be as silent as possible, not to wake her up just yet; before it is her turn to clamber in the hamster wheel.

Again and again and again.

I change the radio stations. There is nothing worse than the good humoured radio presenter who is so funny and so awake so early in the morning. The mind can play tricks on you after a long night but it would be so nice, so different, so life-altering if she would be really pregnant. It can’t be or can it?

Jonathan Wilson - Natural Rhapsody

And because its lasing rain and the day is coming to its inevitable conclusion a bit more dreamy stuff from Jonathan Wilson

When we hear your friend of the road
Explaining your natural glow
We have been waiting completely
For every piece of your heart
And later when you are all alone
Let it rain down upon you
What you've always known
There is no confute
Only kinks in your heart

And when you were a child
Space melted marrow made you smile
Indeed the natural rhapsody

And if you're still waking to life in the go
No water, no fire in your bungalow
Just whisper good friend 
To the healers on high
The sweet grasses of spring
In biblical times
Shapes dance and echo
In an instant tomorrow's a leap

And when you were a child
Space melted marrow made you smile
Indeed the natural rhapsody

When we hear your friend of the road
With your rebel demeanor
And botanist tongue
Come closer where leaving
The shapes that we drew in are shifting
When is all said and done
We are but dust on the horizon
Indeed the natural rhapsody
The natural rhapsody
The natural rhapsody

Ben Howard - "End of the Affair"

Check this out! Brilliant singer-songwriter. Born in London and living in Devon may I present to you:

Ben Howard - "End of the Affair"

Living without her
living at all
seems to slow me down
living forever
hell, I don’t know
do I care, do I care
the thunder’s rumbled sound.

now I watch her
running arround in love again
now I talk about you
when I’m with our mutual friends 

end of the affair
the weight of the world
a kindness gone to bed
free of your laughter
a liar after all 
did he hear, did he hear
the fumbled words you said?

oh living without her
living at all
seems to slow me down
living forever
hell, I don’t know
do I care, do I care
the thunder’s rumbled sound?

now I watch her
running arround in love again
now I talk about you
when I’m with our mutual friends (2x)

this is it
this is it
what the hell?
what the hell, love?
what the hell?

what the hell, love?

and his own website: http://www.benhowardmusic.co.uk/

Jonathan Wilson "Desert Raven"

And I have to find another way of archiving things.... so I can find stuff like great music again.

Enjoy!

Jonathan Wilson - "Desert Raven"

Aughty Walk: Rural Futures: Lough Graney and Flagmount Notes

Aughty Walk: Rural Futures: Lough Graney and Flagmount Notes