poetry of the day

Here's a couple of poems I wrote a little while back. I hope you enjoy them. Here goes:

The long ride home

Stairs going up

Stairs going down

Stairs going nowhere

Everywhere...                                                                                                       

And 

Ian Curtis my ass

I will cry in your eyes

Caress your lips

Take you in my arms

Kiss you softly

Oh so gently

I will touch your heart

Feel your soul

While making love

Time will stop

Only for you and me

Baby.

DJ Hollow Life - The Church Of Unseen Dreams (mp3)

Here`s  another album from the extremely talented DJ Hollow Life (Clearwater, Florida, USA). This is a long album (91 minutes folks!!!). In fact it`s so long, so long that my , I mean it won`t fit on an audio CD (unfortunately). This recording consists of twelve tracks of textural, ambient, minimal electronic music. A free download that was released on two different netlabels: Tethered Records and Audio Sodomy Records. I love this album it`s so minimal, so relaxing. After listening to  all those crazy ass experimental, noise and what the hell this is department, I need a well deserved break. This album is like prozac for my ears. Now I can sit down, relax, chill-out and let the music take over. `The church of unseen dreams`is an incredible album, all the music pieces are simply great. But two tracks particularly caught my attention, which are:

8509: a long (22.22 minutes), epic piece of swirling synth lines, generating an almost nautical ambience. I can almost ear \ feel the fishes swimming.

Farthest in space with sputnik: weird, spacey ambience, wow far out dude. And the last three songs are so mellow, so peaceful, feels like listening to nothing at all. And last but not least. This album ends with `torn between two worlds` an  outer wordy, peaceful, weird (and I do mean that in a very good way indeed), space ambience. I didn`t listen to DJ Hollow Life`s complete discograohy yet. But so far I`m always impressed. And DJ if you ever read this, feel free to contact me. I would  enjoy interviewing you and giving you free  exposure in Mastock. Get it here:  

http://archive.org/details/ChurchOfUnseenDreams                      

    

Hiroshima Yeah! # 106 (December 2013) (zine)

A 8.5 by 11 inches black and white, cut and paste, five pager, monthly zine. There`s a beautifully crafted and weird as hell Kapreles cover (Basil Wolverton anyone?). Now can you dig that sucker? Next in line there`s poetry `from rooms that daylight never sees`. I have a lot of admiration for Mark`s poetry, this time around I have two favorite ones:

Drain

Working with the general public

Will drain the compassion

From your very soul

Especially if you didn`t have much

In the first place.

 I`ve worked ten years in an information booth downtown. I can definitely relate to that brothers and sisters.

Lending someone a porno

Lending someone a porno

Doesn`t happen now

That we have the internet.

And another part of the past dies.

Well said, Fred. Next in line, we have our monthly installment of Gary Simmons `1.5 years behind bars` (I can just imagine the weird cats you meet in prison). Then, there is a lot of music, concerts (Franz Nicolay And The Cut Ups, and Jason Isbell) , a book review (Morrissey: autobiography) and some short, short zine reviews. We end this amazing zine with two short stories: `something I found in the loft before I was sent to prison` (Gary Simmons) and `101`(Mark Ritchie). Working as an office drone, dealing with a stupid supervisor and almost kicking his ass. Been there, lived that lotsa times. I`ve had many jobs where I encountered morons. There`s `the stool pigeon`(will report anything and anyone to the boss), `the cocksucker`(sucking up to his bosses, spitting or swallowing, that`s the question), `the Yes man`(yes, sir, you`re absolutely right, the real live Smither`s indeed), and the arrogant, self-loving dictator (I am in charge and the world is my oyster motherfuckers). There`s more but it feels pointless to give them more importance than needed. Contact address: Mark Ritchie, 94 Main Street, Forth, Lanark, ML11 8AB, UK.

Hiroshima Yeah! # 105 (November 2013) (zine)

This is a 8.5 by 11 inches black and white, cut and paste, five pager zine. Let`s open things up with `grumpy poetry. These are all short, witty and wry poems. This time around me two favorite ones are:

Morning cup

My morning cup of coffee

Brings great joy.

It`s all downhill from there

And

Clippings

I cut my fingernails

Early one morning at work

And left the clippings

Lying at my feet.

It made me feel like

A dog marking it`s territory

Great poetry indeed. Let me get a coffee and we shall continue this. Then there`s our monthly installment of Gary Simmons `1.5 years behind bars` (or what happens doing hard times, I`m not talking about porn here, I mean being incarcerated). Great stuff, as usual. We have lots of music, concerts (Kris Kristofferson, Withered Hand, Grant Hall and Mark Eitzel) , and a book review. A book composed of Facebook updates. What`s next? An encyclopedia based on twitter status? The social and intellectual devolution of modern society always amazes me. Idicracy is at hand folks, indeed. We end things up with two short stories; `prison, drugs and maple syrup`(Node Pajomo) and `dog shit blues`(Mark Ritchie). I can relate to this one ` Ì have a clean dog with a dirty motherfucking owner` mentality. You know, the dog shits on your front porch but the owner`s too lazy to pick it up. Well buddy, if you like shit so much, might as well eat some. I read somewhere there`s a job opening for a dog shit vigilante  Contact address: 

Mark Ritchie

94 Main Street

Forth

Lanark

ML11 8AB

UK

The Spirit of nothing

Ah the Christmas spirit people decorating their homes

 Christmas trees, candy`s and gifts

The upcoming new year

Winter…

Kids wanting gifts

Demanding gifts

Sitting on Santa`s lap

Just thinking about this is weird

An underage child

Sitting on the lap

Of an chubby, bearded old man

Hey Tommy have you been a good boy this year?

Here have a piece of Santa`s candy

Take a big chunk

That`s it

That`s it

Now that`s a good boy

You like the taste?

Kinda chewy isn`t it?

You`re gonna get lotsa gifts

This year boy

Now that Santa

Is he a pervert

A molester perhaps

Or just good old St Nick

Good question

But then again

Santa has nothing to do with Christmas

Except buying gifts

Mass consumption

Feeding big ass corporations

Who basically rule

And own

The whole damn planet

Money grabbing

Power hungry

Breaking all the rules

In third world countries

Cheap labor

Child labor

Slave labor

Working for the man

The grinding machine

The corporate

Rulers of the world

Wait a minute here

Christmas

It`s the day Jesus was born

Isn`t it?

Read your bible

He was never born that day

Anyways

You`re not religious

Why do you care about Christmas?

Do you have a point here?

Except the gifts

Indulging yourself

With lotsa food & booze

I lost the holyday spirit

A long time ago

When I became an adult

And realized

All this is commercial bullshit

Religion was created

To exploit & control man

And woman of course

Keeping people ignorant

And feeding them crap

For money & power = control

You feed people enough bullshit

And they`ll actually believe it

I lost even more faith

When I started having

Horrible back pains

Then was diagnosed

With stiffening spondylitis

A genetic and degenerative disease

Being partially handicap

With the bright future

Of being full time handicap

Dying is not scary

It`s a passage

An essential passage

The end of life

What is really scary

Is seeing your body

Slowly deteriorate every day

While you`re helpless

And can`t do anything about it

Feeling really helpless

This time around

I can relate with my dad

He`s losing

More and more of his eyesight

Everyday

Until he becomes completely blind

The lights are slowly shutting down

Darkness sets in 

There`s nothing you can do about it

It`s hopeless

But then again

I gotta deal with this everyday

I chose to accept it

And basically ignore it

I got better things to do

Than sit down whine and complain

In order to keep my sanity

I keep myself busy

Working full time

Drawing

Recording music \ noise

Working on my blog

Writing

I use art as a catharsis

Escapism

Salvation perhaps

And also to escape

Loneliness

And inner depression

Having to deal with lotsa shit

Made me stronger

Harder

Colder

Shallower

And soulless

I don`t feel much anymore

I feel empty inside

Like an inner black hole

Feels like winter inside

Cold and dark

But anyways

It`s kinda boring for my audience

Out there

Reading about inner turmoil

Angst and depression

Soon someone will call me Kurt

The hell with all that!!!

For me the holidays

Means nothing more except

Commercialism

Consumerism

personally

It`s definitely

The spirit of nothing.

Art is everywhere part 13

I really don`t like and or promote publicity. But when it comes to art, well, I`m a born sucker. The week before Halloween , I found, stuck inside my mailbox this flyer promoting Corona beer. Personally, I love beer, especially home brewed material. Unfortunately, I really don`t like Corona. It doesn`t work for me unless I mix it tons of lime slices, just to numb down the taste. Taste… Who can properly talk about tastes? You might like lasagna and I prefer burritos but we`re both wrong and we`re both right. To each his own, that`s all. This flyer is a work of art indeed. Simply amazing.

Here`s the front

Here`s the rear view