i’m not struggling; i’m juggling (or multitasking like a mofo)

The Pixies asked the question ‘Where is my mind?’ and I’d answer all over the place, not in a scatter brain kind of way but more in the lots of things are demanding my attention all at once. I’m juggling a number of projects – consulting for WH, the podcast, injecting new life into radio warwickshire, getting the new book …

On Damaged

Isolated by my own strangeness I try to bridge the unbridgeable gap between us You with your good looks and blonde hair, ice-blue eyes that beguile bewitch behead those with courage to look longer than a stare I think of something Prince would say: “Now move your big ass ‘round this way so i can work on that zipper, baby” …

A Kiss Is

I’m sure if we closed the distance between us we’d kiss. And that kiss would be the beginning. And that kiss would be the end. A kiss is never just a kiss.

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A visit to the Mountain Spirit

And here we go.  The mountain bug has bitten me (why it waits until it’s nearly winter to bite, I’m not sure).  Friday, on a whim, I decided I needed some mountain air.  It’s October and I’ve barely been out in the mountains at all this year.  I can throw out the usual excuse of not of time, but I …

I managed to get back in the pocket

Wednesday, 4 Oct I’m going to start writing this post tonight, but I may not finish it. You see, right now, I have a belly full of hate and an unreal heart. The two together make me want to break something. What’s eating me up is the amount of injustice in the world that’s being perpetuated by those who can …

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It’s with light heart I go

I woke up to the news that Tom Petty had died.  Sad days indeed.  I immediately played on of my favourite Tom Petty track: I remember when this video first came out I was ecstatic.  It was during those days that I played a lot of role-playing games one of which was Gamma World, a science fantasy role-playing game set …

Double duties

It was a whirlwind of day down in Bedfordshire. I was at Jordan’s Mill, the home of Jordan’s Cereal. Unfortunately I didn’t see much of the mill. Instead I was in a room filled with 30 or so people from the UK and as far afield as African. I was there on official business operating in the capacity of social …

Horizon chasers

I finished reading the Michael Robbins book, The Second Sex, which was his second poetry collection following his Alien vs Predator debut collection back in 2012.  I was slightly disappointed with this volume.  I felt it lack the cohesion of Alien vs Predator.  If I happened upon this book without any indication as to which was published first, I would …

I might be a cybernetic organism

Friday snuck up on me. My head is pounding. This is the second day in a row I’ve developed a headache in the late afternoon. Trying to think if I’ve changed anything that may be the cause. It’s not a migraine, just a normal headache. Today I’m half tempted to snort a couple of shots of whisky. It is Friday …

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Stroke My Terror

You don’t want to go where this leads I dropped my airpod on your breasts You never give me your honey but the coffee you serve is the best I stroke my terror to find joy Oh I’m going to burn in Hell alright I promise I’ll burn well though ‘cause mother said if you’re going to do it do …

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Why so glum chum?

And maybe it’s language itself that has disconnected us from our feelings. We are corralled into this constant striving to be happy as if happy is the only emotion worth feeling Why so glum chum? When we meet a glum chum we make it our mission to cheer them up, to get them back into a happy place. Why not …

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I want to feel more

It was a day of being everybody’s Yoda.  A role of which I am ok with, but by the end of it, I’m mentally drained.  Normally I’d pop on some tunes and veg out, but I have lots to do in a short period of time. How do you know how you feel? e.e. cummings wrote that “a poet is …

And that’s the trouble with poetry

I awoke this morning to the hammering sound of rain. Just what you want out of your Monday morning – dark, wet, gloom. I made a batch of strong, dark coffee to match the mood. I turned to my one true source of motivation – books. I cracked open Matthew Zapruder’s new book, Why Poetry. He’s on a mission to …

I hastily packed a small rucksack, grabbed some trail mix, and hit the road

I finished the The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison. It was an interesting journey. Morrison didn’t date his notebook/journal entries so the editors had to work extra hard at determine which writings belong to which time period. Morrison wrote his poems in layered drafts and often wrote and rewrote them iteratively and across multiple notebooks. So making sure they had …

Saturday night in the swamp

It’s been a relatively quiet day.  You need days like these from time to time.  My buddy Z stopped by for a couple of Coronas in the garden.  We are of similar age.  Consequently we’ve bee having similar thoughts about life, the universe, and everything. I think we’ve both concluded that tapping back into the simple pleasures of life and …

Christmas in September and Chasing Deer

Friday night.  Pizza consumed. Beer consumed. No client facing work today. Instead I met Cherry, my new co-author, in town for coffee and cake and to go over the first draft of our chapbook.  I’m supplying the words and she is primarily supplying the imagery.  Cherry and I are both high yellow energy so it’s no surprise that by the …

Drink nectar with the gods

So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth. – Revelations 3:16 I’m tired. So if I nod off please forgive me. It was one of those drive 2 hours, deliver a 2 hour workshop, and drive 2 hours back home kind of days. A strong black coffee is in …

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Staring into the void and getting nothing back

This is what we’re up against fellow blogging revolutionaries: This has to stop! We have to resort to guerrilla tactics and use the big boy’s strength against them! Bloggers unite. What if you looked inside and found nothing there? What then? That’s what I feel sometimes when I’m staring into the void and find there’s nothing there. I scream into …

I’m trying to be all Zen, but it’s not working

“If you’re not talking large numbers, what’s the point.” – paraphrasing Jay-z I think I may have made the damn near perfect cup of coffee this morning. Morning thoughts | #coffeetime #bw #photo A post shared by Clay Lowe (@soulcruzer) on Sep 18, 2017 at 9:32pm PDT I love Hunter S. Thompson’s flow. I don’t want to ape his style, …

Do I dare disturb the universe?

[perfectpullquote align=”full” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission. And for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service.;[/perfectpullquote] If you’re into your war films, you’ll recognised that from the opening sequence of Apocalypse Now.  Martin Sheen, who plays Captain Benjamin L. Willard, A Special Forces officer, is …