Reflective Blog (Assignment E) or, Me and Me and fucking ME.

Not writing a fucking thing I actually think is a problem.

I get a recommendation - from a research co-ordinator to talk to, lets say, a 'director of innovation' from the 'education sector'..

I email her.

She's nice, til the cc's fall off and then she just ignores my emails..

I fantasise about being blacklisted. It's possible..

The systems often make it so.

In another walk of freelance life, I tender for some work doing business mentoring to 'Creative Start-ups'. I've been recommended for this but none of my previous work 'qualifies' as having the right credentials..

Still, I got a recommendation - an introduction. It's easy to stop anything good from happening by wasting time complaining about past shit. Althought a healthy dose of 'reflective learning is not a bad thing... Guess I'm in the loop.. How to turn it into money?

Suggestions:

1. Do something useful for people that they pay you for
2. Do something useful for someone and someone else pays you
3. Write a popular book called 'Bears Bulls n' Bonds': How We Exchange Stuff...
4. Write some writing workshops and peddle em..
5. Get book of poetry out there
6. Do some Open mic nights
7. Use 'Medium', 'Radical' folk, 3rd parties to get published etc...

haunts of ancient madness (London Irish?)

I like writing in my blog
it's not quite a travelog

I drove up to Beenkeragh

With a bloke from the Fleadh

TumbleDownWeed...

Wading in from the banks of Culture as Russia meddles in elections
The house of the Republicans is postponing all votes on health and harmony
This newsy Zeitgeist being brought to you by an old dizzy man in flat shoes
Is all you will be able to refer to when you free fall from that high tower

While your imagination waves back at you, getting smaller, calling out:
"We're glad that we're not made of bone, of tissue or of blood..
We're not gonna feel sorry for you anymore as you land, land you should.
Everytime you feel OK remember as you're tempted -  everyone knew

we Lionised you - and now - be what we thought you were,  well meant.

Educated. That was the deal.."

The imagination has never been a fair place or somewhere you expect nurture.
As you walk down by the waterfront docks and the sailors all come in
Don't even try to pick me out again - you're no better at writing than theft
and it's a long long long way down. TumbleDown Weed Tumble Down....

Sheep Catalpa

This wont be important
its not a death stopping life
or a life stopping death

its a bean tree for the curry house
and a bay tree for the masses
No more than what's been good n gone

Back a week and walls close in...

I could start a window round
clean a window round
I could start a window round
merry go round

Seen our Ross in Lidl
Said I seen our Ross in Lidl
All the lazy musicians get the shopping in
from a supermarket for the idle.

Had a dream 'bout being killed
I had a dream again I was murdered
I asked all of your butchers' childs
but the stupidest sheep wont be herded

enter the great Bignonoides
enter the great Bignonoides
He's got seventeen lanterns hanging
now take me back to the war please.

Introducing....

So now, the time has come,
To have a look at yourself
You'll never take this one seriously
And if you do, you wont keep it up
We have faith in you to absolutely and with total -
Commitment - cop out completely.
You know it, we know it.
The the only thing we don't know is who We are.
But that never stopped us before.
Goowan then - get on with it..
Ready when you are...
Wellllll..........?

Organise, Occupy Resist...

Organise, occupy,      resist.

Occupy, resist,           yield.

Resist, yield,              welcome.

Yield, welcome,         feast.

Welcome, feast,         sleep.

Feast, sleep,               dream.

Sleep, dream,             wake.

Dream, wake,            rise.

Wake, rise,                assimilate.

Rise, assimilate,        scope

Assimilate, scope,     target

Scope, target             invade.

Target, invade,          optimise

Invade, optimise       organise,      

Optimise, Organise, Occupy,   

Organise, Occupuy, Resist.  

Special Snowflakes

I'll tell you later dear....

The Diasoroheah Of The Dio-combobulus

Mooch. MWAH! ache up on sofa..
make masochistic malingering manifold notes
in morning pages about the plan
Email from Malaysia: positivity
in discrimination. Read it. Yearn..
Rice breakfast with anchovies in tropical heat.

Another front plans weeks in Turin
A job, a new life, or place to begin
I've got 8 types of cereal and I'm the same age
As Stan's Lottery Dice (How was India?)

Much and moreover, the uncompromising continues
unabated and all the richer for it's obliqueness
(Would people ever have paid money to make chance seem controllable?)
Maybe we'll never know but still, the sports,
the Heritage, the charitable organisations thrive
One bid away from being alive, we keep on...

But today it's hitting the stall holders and the real folk
The real politik - bringing - us - Trumpery
The legitimus of the 'don't get me wrongs...'
The infantessimus of the 'once we belonged..'

Inflation on the rise, Resources getting scarce,
how we hate the expert, the white man is back in place
on the back of the banks we set up all those years ago
'Bumiputera' means 'Son's of the soil'. Kind of ironic...

"Don't ya think...?"