Reality, my idiot friend and I

I like the idea that almost no one is reading this. I could say anything at all. But then I've said so much over the years on stages and in print and CD, online and all the rest of it that sometimes by the time I get to this blog, I'm just worn out of words. This twisted on compulsive need to communicate all the time.

I should be memorising lines for these shows, or sleeping, or doing something other than this.

I'm fucking nervous and edgy and the idea of sleep seems foreign right now. There's too much to do, I can't get my head around it all.

I have to look for a house.

I need to prioritise.

I leave this for tonight with an odd sense of deja vu and a random poem from the archive.


Reality Whore Manifesto

I am a reality whore
I don’t need money
don’t you know that artists
eat air, breathe words
the slash of paint on canvas
the lull of a guitar the screech of a trumpet?
Invoke the name ---- ----- to
locate other reality whores in your vicinity
I’ll sell myself any day of the week
for some small truth

Truth in advertising?
Truth in fiction
truth in the days you can’t tell
if you’re dreaming or you’re
actually waiting for a tram
the line becomes blurred
it’s why we crave the visceral
the nights too close to madness
the unavoidable slap of next mornings
is a small price to pay to know you’re alive!

We do not come in peace
we come with lists of demands
that can never be met
we’ll find the hole in the sand
you’ve buried your head in
wrench it out crying
Look! It’s all around don’t deny it
don’t deny this one small thing we have
the knowledge that we exist
that some things are solid
can be both touched and tasted

We will fight for this knowledge
to keep it safe from those
who would take it from us
take hallucinogens to prove that reality
not only exists but has many layers
we will explore the possibilities
as far as they stretch
want you to understand
and may lose sleep if you don’t

In reality we are no more or less
significant than any other speck of star-trash
the universe might swallow us whole
without the slightest shudder
we are not so important
still we have been given the gift of reason
the ability to search for truth and beauty -
created angels because we understood
that we are not perfect

‘Each to their own’ the prophet said
each to the world they see around them
we simply ask that you accept
there is much more than what you’ve seen
said the sun turned around the earth and you were
wrong, we did not drop off the edge
there was no edge to find
we continue to learn