Greetings what’s going on? Where we all at? Where am I at? Where’s this all going?
Had an unintended break from Lager Time last week (though there was actual Lager Time, as I was on a stag-doo on one of the days) a combination of a residential trip, in Brighton during the week; with a project that I work on with Dream Arts. Then, having to go back to London for the Easter weekend, meant there was no time for doing this. And as much as I’d like to convince both my wife, and myself; it’s not a priority but maybe one day? Hit the subscribe if your down for the cause (it’s just occurred to me, that since I started actively asking people to subscribe, like above, which is what all the smiley-how-to-do blogs tell me how-to-do, I’ve had barely any subscribers? Alas. Keep socking it to the man, that’s what I say)
So I’ve been sharing extracts from Make Your Own Bed and Hope for the Best, but as I said last time, that I might give it a rest for bit. I’ve been actively trying to follow through on things that I say I might do, so I’m doing it, or not doing it, more to the point. In my limited skill set, mystic would never be on that small list but clearly, I was able to predict my own future, without even realising it. For all the above reasons, as well as the taking a break reason, I won’t be sharing anything from the show, this week. The main reason being, I’ve hit a problem with it, again.
I’ve now re-written or edited two thirds of the show, which I’ve split into three-acts. Thinking I’d gone slim and trim with the words, I ran it all together yesterday and I’m already at an hour; with a whole third section to fit in. And music. And I’m now thinking, yet again, is this a load of shit? l’ll keep ploughing through it, re-editing till I get to the end and then maybe it’s about finally doing the funding app and getting some sort of script editor, or dramaturg, to come in an help me panel-beat it into shape. Failing not getting any dough, which is fairly likely, I’ll have another re-think. Thing is, I get precious about some of those non-needed lines and background information. I can already hear some of those dreaded criticisms: is this really needed, Paul??? Yes. It is. Is this moving the story foreword, Paul? I like veering off. Life does that, all the time.
This week I’d thought I’d share a few poems I’ve got kicking about; been slowly putting together a file of new bits and bobs, over the last couple of years. Maybe there’s another book in it? Don’t know yet, I’m just enjoying write them.
There’s quite a few expletives in these ones, I don’t tend to swear too much in my writing so I don’t know what’s happened here but they were more or less picked at random. Also, the tone on most of them is a bit pessimistic, which isn’t always the case with me but to be honest, I’m not feeling all that great at the moment, so it’s fitting. Don’t know if it’s season change, being skint, bit knackered maybe? Or all of them but I’ve felt better.
Anyway, onwards and upwards, hopefully. Same time next week?
Workshop
This pen ain’t no sword
or weapon
or any of that bollox
if anything, it’s
a minute taker in a
meeting, bored out of her
fucking mind, imagining
decking the dick-head with
the white teeth talking
over the power point.
doodling on the paper,
inserting silly words into
the notes, just for her
own amusement, a
subtle survival technique,
aware a combined force of morons
have her surrounded on
all sides and although she lacks
the resources to fight them, she
takes solace in the fact that her wage-superiors,
sat around her, all feigning
interest In the
Power-Point prick, have to
lie about it just to get by.
Fuck that, she thinks.
Ray Flecter Sunglasses That barley shield the sun
I’m an ill-equipped archaeologist trying to excavate the truth
I’m a twice-a-year catholic stealing lead from the church roof
I’m downloading on dial-up Dances With Wolves plus deleted scenes
I’m everything and anything I wouldn’t ever wonna’ be
You’re a narcissistic stick-insect trying to convince itself it’s fat
You night read by spinning globe-light believing the earth is flat
You’re sailing shoes are brand-new and have never seen the sea
You’re anything and everything I wouldn’t ever wonna’ be
They’re globe-trotting eco-travellers who drive the car to the shops
They’re avant-garde fine-diners sipping Monster and Panda Pops
They’re conscious political activists who vote if it’s on TV
They’re everything and anything I wouldn’t ever wonna be
We’re all bedroom cleaners shoving everything under the bed
We’re all waging fingers at noisy neighbours leaving mess
We’re all buying books that sit unread but looking pretty
We’re everything and anything that we probably choose to be
HELP-SELF
eat well
sleep well
wank less
exercise
pray to god
pray to your god
pray to their gods
don’t have one
get one
say thankyou
take notice
tiny miracles
major miracles
mundane moments
praise biscuits
reflect, analyse and think
imagine atoms and
atomic energy
laugh at yourself
you’re probably a nob
the inner prick lives within us all
keep the prick contained
see above
celebrate what unites us
be wary of what dives us and
ideologues disguised as saints
duck xenophobes and globalists
clothesline the lunch que
politicians come and go
remember what got us here
manors cost nothing
leave the manor and take a risk
commit to doing things
don’t let me down
talk to your feelings like
you know them
even that prick that lives within
pricks have feelings too
contradict yourself
tie yourself in knots
workout how you got there
and don’t fucking do it again
Some misc poems