How it intrigues me in its manifest guises of unconscious, preconscious, and conscious, and especially as
revealed within the dream realm. On occasion, I may dream about a person whom I had forgotten all about. A person I went to school or uni with, or with whom I worked years, perhaps even decades ago. A person who was neither friend or foe -a person who was the merest of acquaintances, someone who I may have said "hello" or had the briefest of small talks with on the rarest of occasions -and yet after many years they pop up in my dreams. Why? Or like last night. I dreamt I was at some sort of street carnival (I don't know where) with two women. I don't know who they were. Were they created by my imagination or did I see them peripherally in my waking hours but did not register them consciously and then my unconscious made a note to my preconscious to dream them up? Why? There's a school of thought that says everybody in your dream Where these women two opposing Jungian archetypes or Freudian defense mechanisms? Or were they just meaningless firings of my brain’s neurons and synapses?
Monday, 22 June 2015
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
Old Joe
Old Joe,
Ninety years old,
dreams of the days
when he was young Joe,
nine years old,
running across green pastures
with his friends,
flying kites through blue skies
that went on forever.
Sunday, 14 June 2015
Once
Once I was a daffodillo (part daffodill, part armadillo) – but not any more.
I was once a honey whale. However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was a marshmallow bat but not any more.
I was once a strawberry key. However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was an invisible sailing ship but not any more.
I was once a ticking cotton bomb However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was a candle that dripped blood but not any more.
I was once a cradle of love but not any more.
Once I was a turtle pillow but not any more.
I was once a penguin diary. However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was a map to happiness but not any more.
I was once the paragon of tasty stew. However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was a tearful carousel but not any more.
I was once a term deposit on an igloo. However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was a piescraper (part pie, part skyscraper) but not any more.
Now I am a collection of the things that I once was but now am not.
I was once a honey whale. However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was a marshmallow bat but not any more.
I was once a strawberry key. However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was an invisible sailing ship but not any more.
I was once a ticking cotton bomb However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was a candle that dripped blood but not any more.
I was once a cradle of love but not any more.
Once I was a turtle pillow but not any more.
I was once a penguin diary. However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was a map to happiness but not any more.
I was once the paragon of tasty stew. However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was a tearful carousel but not any more.
I was once a term deposit on an igloo. However, I am now no longer so.
Once I was a piescraper (part pie, part skyscraper) but not any more.
Now I am a collection of the things that I once was but now am not.
Friday, 12 June 2015
The ABC Of Thin Walls
INT. NIGHT
Apartment A
Man: C'mere, F*ckin' C'mere, I'll give you something to cry about!!!!!
SFX: General commotion, things breaking, woman screaming and
crying
Apartment B
Voices in unison: We call upon thee Satan...
Apartment C
SFX: Strange musical thudding noise
Night Apartment D
Wife: What is that guy in Apartment C doing?
Husband: I'm not sure but it sounds like he is jumping from
his lounge onto the floor while stricking the E chord on his
Bass Guitar.
Wife. What a f*ckwit.
Apartment E:
SFX: A CHILD SCREAMING.
Apartment F:
SFX: Woman having an orgasm and the distinctive sounds of a
squeaky rubber duck.
Apartment G:
Boyfriend: Hey, listen, Duck-girl's at it again.
Girlfriend: Man, she really works that ducky.
Apartment H:
SILENCE
Apartment I:
SFX: Burglar alarm
Apartment J:
Girl: I AM THE QUEEN OF THE LILY PADS!!!!
Boy1: How much did she take?
Boy2: Dunno
SFX: Gunshots.
Apartment K:
SFX: SNORING.
Apartment L:
SFX: LOUD MUSIC; (House,Rap, etc) Drunk people talking loudly, stoned people laughing and giggling and making inane remarks.
Apartment M:
Man: HEY YOU C*NTS IN APARTMENT L BETTER F*CKIN CUT OUT ALL
THAT NOISE YER MAKIN', BECOZ IF YOU F*CKIN DON'T STOP
WITH ALL THAT BOOM, BOOM, BOOM CRAP THAT YOU CALL MUSIC I'M F*CKIN COMIN' UP AND GOING BOOM, BOOM,BOOM, WITH MY F*CKIN
GUN!!!!!!!
Apartment N:
Man: SHUT THE F*CK UP ALL OF YOU, I GOTTA GO TO WORK TOMMOROW.
Apartment 0
SFX: Sounds of woman being raped.
Apartment P:
Man: Oh,yes! Mummy,yes! spank my bottom, I've been a bad boy!
Apartment Q:
Woman: Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thine name...
Apartment S:
Man: That's it, bitch ,swallow it, that's what I'm paying you for!
Apartment T:
SFX: Barking Pit Bulls
APARTMENT U:
Little Girl: Daddy, why does Mummy wash her hands SO many
times?
Apartment V:
SFX: AC/DC's 'High Voltage' album being played with drunken boys singing along.
Apartment W
Silence.
Apartment Y
SFX: Water running and the Joy Division's: Love Will Tear
Us Apart Again.
Woman: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! MY BABY GIRL!!!!!!!!
Man: Go call 000, and Ill get her out of the bath,and try and stop the bleeding...f*cken stupid teenagers.... Hurry!
Apartment Z:
Woman: I love you
Man: I love you too
Apartment A
Man: C'mere, F*ckin' C'mere, I'll give you something to cry about!!!!!
SFX: General commotion, things breaking, woman screaming and
crying
Apartment B
Voices in unison: We call upon thee Satan...
Apartment C
SFX: Strange musical thudding noise
Night Apartment D
Wife: What is that guy in Apartment C doing?
Husband: I'm not sure but it sounds like he is jumping from
his lounge onto the floor while stricking the E chord on his
Bass Guitar.
Wife. What a f*ckwit.
Apartment E:
SFX: A CHILD SCREAMING.
Apartment F:
SFX: Woman having an orgasm and the distinctive sounds of a
squeaky rubber duck.
Apartment G:
Boyfriend: Hey, listen, Duck-girl's at it again.
Girlfriend: Man, she really works that ducky.
Apartment H:
SILENCE
Apartment I:
SFX: Burglar alarm
Apartment J:
Girl: I AM THE QUEEN OF THE LILY PADS!!!!
Boy1: How much did she take?
Boy2: Dunno
SFX: Gunshots.
Apartment K:
SFX: SNORING.
Apartment L:
SFX: LOUD MUSIC; (House,Rap, etc) Drunk people talking loudly, stoned people laughing and giggling and making inane remarks.
Apartment M:
Man: HEY YOU C*NTS IN APARTMENT L BETTER F*CKIN CUT OUT ALL
THAT NOISE YER MAKIN', BECOZ IF YOU F*CKIN DON'T STOP
WITH ALL THAT BOOM, BOOM, BOOM CRAP THAT YOU CALL MUSIC I'M F*CKIN COMIN' UP AND GOING BOOM, BOOM,BOOM, WITH MY F*CKIN
GUN!!!!!!!
Apartment N:
Man: SHUT THE F*CK UP ALL OF YOU, I GOTTA GO TO WORK TOMMOROW.
Apartment 0
SFX: Sounds of woman being raped.
Apartment P:
Man: Oh,yes! Mummy,yes! spank my bottom, I've been a bad boy!
Apartment Q:
Woman: Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thine name...
Apartment S:
Man: That's it, bitch ,swallow it, that's what I'm paying you for!
Apartment T:
SFX: Barking Pit Bulls
APARTMENT U:
Little Girl: Daddy, why does Mummy wash her hands SO many
times?
Apartment V:
SFX: AC/DC's 'High Voltage' album being played with drunken boys singing along.
Apartment W
Silence.
Apartment Y
SFX: Water running and the Joy Division's: Love Will Tear
Us Apart Again.
Woman: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! MY BABY GIRL!!!!!!!!
Man: Go call 000, and Ill get her out of the bath,and try and stop the bleeding...f*cken stupid teenagers.... Hurry!
Apartment Z:
Woman: I love you
Man: I love you too
Friday, 5 June 2015
Is This Delicious?
I was doing my grocery shopping at Woolies the other evening. I didn’t feel like cooking that night; so I decided to buy a pizza. As I got to the frozen food cabinet, a young Japanese woman thrust a frozen lasagna meal box in my face and asked (in a curt, demanding,no nonsense manner)
“Is this delicious”?
“I don’t know, sorry”, I answer.
“Not delicious”? She asked. She looked like child who has just gotten bad news about her puppy. She turned to her friend who also looked saddened. I felt as if I were in a scene from Haruki Murakami novel.
“It’s probably eatable and possibly tasty but I doubt it would be delicious”
“Oh”.
Silence.
I looked for a pizza.
She tapped me on the shoulder. She had a determined look on her face as she made a grand sweeping game show hostess gesture towards the doors of the frozen food cabinet.
“There MUST BE SOMETHING DELICIOUS in HERE!” she declared.
And then, “What are you getting it?”
“A pizza”
“Is it delicious”?
“I hope so”
“We’ll get one too!”
And with that we went our separate ways.
“A pizza”
“Is it delicious”?
“I hope so”
“We’ll get one too!”
And with that we went our separate ways.
The pizza wasn’t delicious. It was ok. It was better than the pizzas you can from the major big chain pizza places. But it wasn’t delicious.
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