A stroll through the woods, reflection on art and fear, and a farewell to 2017. #Audio365
New Year’s Eve. What better time for a wander through the woods and some contemplation before all of the festivities start this evening.
Hope you all have a great night and if you haven’t gotten around to signing up for the 30 Day Contemplation Challenge tap here and tell us where to send it. http://eepurl.com/daeDxXr It all starts up tomorrow! ?
Hear some words from the woods:
in a view that looks the same
nothing changes except time
the rain washed away the early
morning silence leaving in it’s passing
patches of white like tiny barren islands
are all that remain of the snow on my block
I went for a little stroll to work off the turkey and mince pies.
OK, so like me, you’ve probably have your eye on Christmas, if not for the actual celebration of the birth of Christ, then for the time off from work and an opportunity to catch up with friends and family and course to get some cool gifts.
One of my end of year rituals is to start wrapping up the year come mid-November. What that entails is reflecting back over the year to see what I actually got up to as oppose to what I had planned to do. And then come December, I start to look forward, past Christmas, and think about what I want to do for the new year. I like to have all my intentions and resolutions decided before Christmas and already in motion. I then take a few days off from thinking over the holiday period. My intent is to already have momentum on my new goals as I roll into January.
Alright, that’s the long way round to telling you about the 30 Day Contemplation Challenge we’re running in conjunction with our Havana Cafe Sessions Podcast. Here’s the lead in:
Aristotle said contemplation is the highest form of happiness.
And yet…we are often too busy being busy to take time out for serious contemplation.
Over the 30 days, we will help you carve out a few moments of your day with either a new question to contemplate or thought experiment to try out. By the end of the 30 days, you will emerge with a greater sense of self and a new perspective on what’s important in your life.
Anyway, I think it’s a great challenge and would love for you to join us. Sign up now and then a few days before the challenge begins, we’ll send you an email to remind you to get ready.
And just in case you missed it, here’s the latest episode of the HAVANA CAFE SESSIONS podcast:
Monday’s Musical Journey Show in case you missed it.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…”
– Jack Kerouac
I’m going all natural baby!
So i’m going into pushing heavy weights phase and this time I want to do it without supplements, you know like back in the days when I didn’t have the money to buy supplements so just ate loads of peanut butter and jam sandwiches. I thought I’d catch up with my boy Phil ( Mr PT) and see what he had to say about supplements.
Have a listen:
Phil Sims – www.philsimspt.co.uk
Spotify.me can show you who you are through your music. Interesting. For instance, 75% of my music is energetic and is 68% of that is Rock music.
And this is the playlist it suggested for me based of my musical listening habits:
I came into this year with an intention to move more. Not to move house or anything, but to simply move my body more. I spent a lot of time on my ass in 2016 and was determined not to repeat the same thing in 2017. I did a little better this year, but no where near my glory days of movement when movement was my life.
Anyway, we did a podcast on movement this week and here it is:
Oh and don’t forget, sharing is caring.
Early Sunday morning stroll to stretch the limbs and clear the cobwebs out of my head. What do we mean when we say, same old, same old?
Ok listen. I’m going to play for a while so if things get a bit weird on here, don’t panic. It’s just a phase. Pardon me while I burst into flames, a line I borrowed from Incubus, perfectly describes my state of mind. But as the Smashing Pumpkins sang;
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
So much for that. Anyway, i took a roadtrip down to Cheltenham to watch the boy graduate. How many years has it been since i walked across the stage to receive my university diploma? 25 years! Egats man. Time is a beast.
This rat never saw it coming. i bought into the idealism of youth, those lofty dreams of changing the world, despite the fact that the world didn’t and doesn’t need changing. It is what it is. Always has been, and will be long after I’m gone. Somebody pour me a drink. Get the whiskey flowing. I can’t write another dry word.
This isn’t about me. It’s about you and me and us and them and they and aliens with space probes probing the dark galaxies that God abandoned when he saw creation had gone Pete Tong in him. I’m just God’s comic stuck here to suffer in this planet. I feel like I’m responsible but I can’t do it by myself. Once there was a girl. I lost her a long time ago in the garden. On days when the wind blows just right i can smell her presence.
Who else can
Still and only
Did I kill something in me when I let you go? When I stopped reading and following the knowledge trail until it ended in big gains, big game. I don’t remember all the names of the writer’s I read in those days. It was a time of fantasy and other worlds within worlds. I held the order in my mind. Then chaos seeped in. And I embraced her. She was bitter and sweet. Her breath smelled of ancient cigarettes and her small breasts were lost inside her cashmere sweater.
Who are you? Who do you fear you are? Who do you pretend to be to hide the Hyde within you?
Is there something wrong with me? Did I not turn out how you imagined me to be? One day there will be no more me or I and the dream will be permanent.
I would hate to get to the end of time and think, what a waste
Feeling good is good enough and I’m feeling good as good gets right now.
My friend Sarah and I met for a coffee. We were both trying to figure out where the heck to go to next with the podcast we’ve been working on for nearly 2 years. It’s a habit now, one that we want to grow. I can think of worse habits than a philosophically oriented podcast. One that helps us kind of figure out what the hell we’re doing here. And sometimes, maybe, if we’re lucky, it helps us figure out why we’re here.
My overarching conclusion was it’s time for an all out assault! Time to go all in to infinity and beyond and whatever other trite saying that means it’s time to commit in the way the pig is committed.
It was blues night on my radio show last night. If you like the blues – listen. If you don’t like the blues – listen. In conclusion, just listen. It’s a good show. If you want to listen on the move, download the Mixcloud app and follow me there. Otherwise you can listen right here:
Oh yeah and here are the visuals for the show on my Pinterest board:
Alright. It’s time for me to face the day. Let’s see what this bitch named Tuesday has in store for me.
See you on the socials,
After about an 18 month hiatus, The Musical Journey Show is back. I’ll be kicking off the reboot with a trip back to 1982 when all us MTV babies were discovering bands like Dexys Midnight Runners, Culture Club, Men at Work, Soft Cell, Duran Duran and others. Yet still rocking the radio with the likes of The Steve Miller Band, America, Toto, A Flock of Seagulls, Fleetwood Mac among others.
Join me Monday nights at 8:00PM on Radio Warwickshire ( www.radiowarwickshire.com ).
For the best experience listen from our main site. I’ll be in the Musical Journey Show Chat Room to expand on the tunes. You can also listen using the TuneIn app.
Check out this neat Pinterest board featuring visuals from 1982:
Is it true
all men must
faces will you
meet before you
meet your maker
or your fate?
Faces of me
Faces of you
Faces of each
other as one
we are all together
and i am not the walrus
but i like to see them
buses and trains,
run to get laid and
laid to rest
like the antelope
outrun the fastest lion,
the CEO’s and COO’s
feast on their bones
you’ve earned it
like my father and
your father and their
Dead of the fight
seeking solace in
the paradox of
nihilism when the
night is clear, they look
for a direct line to God
only to find he’s not there
God’s Comic has stepped
in to bartend until the
stars disappear and
through blurry eyes
and dried voices they
and sometimes gods too
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 ready for publication, trying to build momentum in the world of self-promotion (can’t rely on other people alone to do it – Walt Whitman was a tireless self-promoter and look where I got him in relation to his contemporaries) oh and I’ve gone and started a companion site to this blog on Facebook I can’t fight Zuck and win, like morpheus, I gotta get inside The Matrix and do damage from within – so yeah that is where my mind is. I’m going to have to go back to time blocking so my mind can take solid shape on one thing at a time.
For some reason I just had a flash back to the game A Barrel of Monkeys – remember that one?
In fact as I’m watching the scene unfolds in my mind, I’m back at my grandmother’s house on the floor in her room play this barrel of Monkeys game by myself. The adults have gone in another room and closed the door. I can hear them arguing, but I’m not sure about what. I think has something to about something my cousin did. And that’s it. The scene ends there.
I finished reading the Matthew Zapruder book, Why Poetry. I like that he is trying to win back poetry for the common people and encouraging folks to let go of how they may have been taught poetry in school. In a nutshell, he argues that a poem should be read in and of itself versus how many folks were taught in school that poetry is coded language for something other than what’s on the page and that you have knowledge of obscure references in order to get the “true” meaning of the poem. He wants us to forgo thinking of a poem as a puzzle to be solved and instead to experience a poem as a gateway drug to the associative power of our imagination. In other words, the poem will reveal you to yourself through the connections it fires off in you’re own consciousness. It’s a good book and worth a read if you’re into such things.
I also finished the selected poems of Charles Olson.
and now… pic.twitter.com/cjPRTOsDeL
— clay lowe (@soulcruzer) October 21, 2017
I didn’t enjoy this as much as I thought I might. I couldn’t connect with Olson’s choice of subjects which are grounded in New England. Plus his poems drip with intellectualism, which isn’t a bad thing, just doesn’t stir my insides.
Something I didn’t know, Olson coined the term postmodern.
And so I found myself at the Cats Protection re-homing event today. We cat fosterers. This event is held every couple of weeks and from time to time I go to help with the social media coverage:
— clay lowe (@soulcruzer) October 21, 2017
— clay lowe (@soulcruzer) October 21, 2017
Oh yeah, and here are some shots from my street photography outing last Saturday in Oxford:
You can find the rest on my Flickr account.
Alright, my eyeballs hurt, time for me to get off of this thing!
by my own strangeness
I try to bridge the
You with your
good looks and
blonde hair, ice-blue
those with courage
to look longer than
I think of something
Prince would say:
“Now move your big
ass ‘round this way
so i can work on that zipper, baby”
I wouldn’t dare,
of course, I need
damaged than me
to un-play a game
I play with myself
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.