April 2010
19 posts
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Mr. Bobby
sometimes i dream about reality
sometimes i feel so gone
sometimes i dream about a wild wild world
sometimes i feel so lonesome
Manu Chao - Mr. Bobby
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Bangkok Wanderer
As the doors glided open at Bangkok airport I heard myself say aloud ‘Whoa’. The intensity of Thailand’s late April heat just wrapped itself around me, hugging with that warm welcoming greeting that you would expect to feel at airport arrival gates. Before coming to Thailand people had often asked me what I was going to do once I got there and my response was always to take a left. Unfortunately...
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Thailand Day 1
After being delayed at Heathrow the flight made it in to Moscow late. When I got there they stuck me on a coach that took me to the wrong part of the airport. I tried to find someone to ask where i was meant to be as my flight was about to leave, but they all just replied in Russian. I had to go through 2 security checks, barge my way through a line of impatient Russians and hurl myself onto the...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-4-25) →
Bonobo (23)
Lisa Gerrard (22)
Asaf Avidan and the Mojos (22)
Angus & Julia Stone (17)
Breakage (16)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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Insecure
We are all insecure but none more than the ones who try to tell you their not.
Anthony Anaxagorou
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In Three Minutes
Music by Angelo Kangellaris
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London's Dead
And so I leave you behind
sitting in your quarrels traffic jams and downpours
along with the futility of all this:
With your taxes that grow without need
and your million naked faces
your prices and sales of stitched fashion
that hang in the gallows of blank skulls
your concrete rats and over worked workers
that throw themselves from windows
nameless slaves that dance with needles...
“you must act as if it is impossible to fail.”
– ashanti proverb (via laeticia, eutopiainnyc) (via findout)
Time is made of gold - Arabic Proverb
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Comparative Religion
My ongoing study into worldly religions and their believed origins continues, but this is something I think will interest a lot of you here. It’s the story of Beddou or Fot who the Lamas claim to be the truest incarnation of God. Eastern writing suggests that Beddou was born at 1027BC in Cashmere. It is believed that the term Beddou is merely a variant mode of the word Buddah (enlightened one). As...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-4-11) →
Red Hot Chili Peppers (31)
Angus & Julia Stone (30)
01 - Heptones (16)
Eddie Vedder (14)
Moby (12)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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Off to Thailand on Tuesday! Will be keeping a diary blog so watch this space!!
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So He Dies
Some of us are born like saints
Fair
Perfectly filled with favour, longevity
and crystal teeth:
Some of us are born to taste
the decades of flavours
in the winds wild breath
And to die when we please.
Some of us aren’t
Some of us just lay like the past
until we stay perpetually motionless
with ash in our blood,
filled with violins
made of bones and harps
plucked by the earths...
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Kafka Quote
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? …we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the...
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In Three Minutes
In three minutes
a person you do not know will die:
Fact
There in that wretched earth
the shrills of women
dressed in an infinite death
break birds from the sky
as faceless husbands
brothers
become consummated by developed bullets
on the street
far away from the silk sea
shells steep the rubble of these bleeding times
slowly
surely
smiles are rumbled from dark beards
with smoke...
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Quote
“If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Bus Stop Wings
This is true
The ending is false.
I crossed the road
walking towards the bus stop
slowly, tired on a Friday evening
yes the day again had been long and hard.
To my left
huddled around a dustbin
filled with chicken bones
and yesterday’s news
were a complete family
mum
dad
daughter
Dad was holding a half filled Coke bottle
and adding to it precisely another
deeper heavier...