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Diggin’ and Diggin’

Who knew a computer could make that noise… put it down and back away. Dig again another day.

So things get left to be done another time, and not even those that fall against the reality spectrum… their all just relative the plan as we know it. And why is it that my mind floats back to that image down by the still floating air. Nothing but a smooth ride and everything would change back to the way it was… that was all that was left to be done. Hold tight… find a high end and stay there till the water slowly drifted away. Simple really.

But was the flood so bad? Especially now when the world is so dry… a little water wouldnt hurt a parched brain… and little substance for the soul. .. we harked on about appreciating what you got… that thing that is everywhere… does that song still sing at the end of it now… or should we start it again… lets start it again…

…. yea you feel it…

…those vibrations are right around the corner.

Listening to some wonderous madness….

Dig in and stick your nose to the floor.

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July – Slope

<a href="http://intheblackbox.bandcamp.com/track/major-tom-and-envy" onclick="javascript:_gaq.push(['_trackEvent','outbound-article','http://intheblackbox.bandcamp.com']);">Major Tom and Envy by In The Black Box</a>
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Battery
This growing, this turning heaving and recreating the reality, the slow pace, the growing boredom, the slow trickle of light through the folds in the curtain, knowing that two hours ago was a good time, two houors ago was far enough, and now the flow of light is a mocking flag, its a stamp on my territory. Im too late, the boat has set sail and i am left in this sea of light, struggling to stay in the dry, dry and peacefull.

My options are coated in sleep, to embrace to swim and dive for the other side… huge planks of light floating between the darkness, flipping endless in the space, the ever-embracing sweet space of night. I would dive to save the day, i would dive to deny the night, and with it destroy that time i want, when i dont have the weight. When i dont have the distraction. When it is just understanding.. because there is nobody to explain to. .. and i want it that way – and that is my second sleep coated option.

Quiet suburban solitude.. a forest of silent brickwork, hiding the vulnerable unaware. I sit on cold windows waiting for the next disruption, if it comes… wondering how we can sacrafice this? Its not about productivity in the wider sense, yet we struggle to bracket our days between the setting suns… ours and theirs. Don’t forget to slow down, there is no need to pull the handbreak and crash…

I am sitting on this cold ledge, slowing down, and letting my head talk to me. I am being led, I am going to follow and listen, I am going to note and investigate… I am going to find the most important things here, so that in the future… when the suns are ticking away my time.. i will remember… that it is not the end.. I just want to slow down and look into the black.

There was another time.. half out the window, in another place.. my mind considered the possibilities.. thinking of why i was there, why i was still awake… listening… wondering if that familiar dum hum of distant activity would ever be achieved in the heart of  the system… it was sad.. there was no escape… and there should always be an escape..

 

I have escaped tonight. Been waiting for that for awhile

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May – Connection

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Going…and we hit the end of the song. Sure it sounds like all the rest. I need to get these elbows back in shape and reinvent the physical. Sending vibrations by the way of dirt and grime…the snail of the stars. So who are you? these words on a page, asking for me to change things, asking to lend my ears and to take a chance…to take the time to respond… to surprise with super hyper vibration movement … to break all tradition… to actually take a chance and let it happen. 

 

And i was in that reflection…new faced.. with that little bit more. What will be taken back.. what will have been gained, that is what we will throw into the mix. I expect it to be the same, i want it to be altered just ever so slightly, with a chance of anything.

 

So give those words a listen and the music a read.. there is so much pinned on it.

 

 

……and all it takes is a little flick.

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Much has been…

A …. a little letter to begin the meaningful. 

 

Yet we use it, and i wonder how emotions are hidden inside balls of sound.. we look at panes of glass and map out the patterns, and discus the objective of the creator, why we look into these reflections of reality and reality itself. Is this wall of sound just one pane of glass… is this tone, this melody, this harmony, is it the interaction between?

 

And we replace the windows every day, moments between.. deep sighs.. its hidden in these balls of sound, talking about pain and love and age and hate… talking about loss and gain, understanding and judgement.. asking for emotional understanding…asking for you to read the creator.. asking for an emotional response.. asking you to open your little pockets.. because this was for you, this was about you, this was you… this is you.

And the vibrations that cross my fingers mean that to me…not to you, not to smokey dark rooms, not to the movement inside you, all that matters is the coherance, the mixtures of this and that, the momentum and the maintenance of.. nothing more, not much less.. can we not make room? it has been done before, i saw it once, i hear it every day… im listening to it right now… i did it once too, id like to do it now in this way.

 

Three little dots

 

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Being there,

Not going to lie

Brought on the old memories and wondering where in the first place

Will it not be a good memory?

will it not also be bad?

Driving slow like a hum across a frosty morning.

I remember that same feeling in a moore of south west England

I will miss that

I wanted a photo of that

I want a photo of this

Lets not miss another one

But is it safe?

All these things you had for yourself!

And to think we live in the normal,

the usual

We are so jealous…

That is no surprise

That i should be so lucky

When luck is insignificant

These things are everywhere all the time

depends how you appreciate it

I have never consider the usual as the insignificant

as i have never considered the unusual out of its context

A beautiful photo is always 

and can be anywhere

yet we travel and travel to find something more significant to call worthy of our lenses

and we envy those in the places we seek

yet they envy you and dream of you normality

this does not alarm you?

do we not appreciate enough?

can we not rely on them a little more?

I saw the light bounce of the water

I questioned my hard fought opinions and views

I wondered why i hadn’t seen it from this angle more often

I wondered why i hadn’t embraced this view from the start

I considered the term “waste” and focused in on the glass between us

I considered the possibilities

split second illumination

calculations beyond comprehension

i estimated my worth in this place

I estimated my existence

And the glass dropped out of focus

I saw the moving road flash yellow on black tar

moving water drip colours through layers of dark

moving bridges scrape holes in the paint 

buildings rip bloody into the sky 

it is the same..

though i will miss it

like i miss the sound of water lapping the southern beaches

like i miss hotel room hums in Chicago skyscrapers

like i miss the metropolis dramatics unfold through double glazing

like i miss untouched sand in specks of sunlight

like i miss the smell of wet vegetation

and the list will grow longer

yet a list to be thankful for 

and vibrations will map it out

and keep me in tune

are we not supposed to be unique?

and this will be my seen and done

my experience 

from floor to window-ledge mornings

understanding

and motion towards

separation in the most connected ways

never letting go

balance

maintenance

heat 

and governance

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Where?

Ill tell you where…just not here, yet! Got you hard between the reciever and the truth and I am shining light into the black slips of money and sound.

 

Then there is none…you threw it away with the most important words and the longest silences…dead sound…send that email….take that chance…forget the consequences they say?

 

Another option we jest at corner stones and flags marked evil getting the picture are we? i hope true is that sound on you going and coming having no idea and trying all the same just let the rhythm take over and think not abou tthe options fopr the good and the ready have no forging to get done and realise what indeed you have written and why you are writing it for there is reason in all of this reason to believe and to greet the new and the old and the gooding and bading have we reached another level of this where and why and what who have they? i didnt know that i never know anything before it happens right in front of my face and even tho the funds are low and good vibrations will rattle of empty pockets where the rattling will definitely occur we will still groove with big smiles and seizing the night the skys willl fill once more with dark shining lights…and the box will be full to the brim and ready for action once more

 

yes they are coming…just not here yet

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DO YOU? (85-365)

Will you flip the switch…. blow the walls of the joint…. flip it and let the air fly.

 

These new vibrations send my ears running for their hard hats, in fact these sounds were made in a far away place a long time ago and only now have landed so violently on my ears…. in dark rooms full of madness and true true emotion did craziness result in such deliverance… these brush strokes on the air… these vast swathes through the liquid atmosphere are pure gold to me… i could eat them for breakfast lunch and tea… with cookies before bed time… with water in the sun… naked and clothed… alone and surrounded by the world…. 

 

..This is perfection.

So lets flip the switch shall we? unlock the vast spaces around us… let them into this space… this place where people are wanting to be…wanting… spending time… thinking of it… hearing and enjoying… full of words and suggestions… full of happiness… achieved.. more… more … more…

 

And the vibrations, so familiar yet so new, rip holes in my brain as the sound gets sucked within by pressure change… my mind explodes with mass… its full of process…full of thought….full of meaning… full of chance and perception of chance…. full of certainty.

 

Lets flip the switch captain…lets make this direct! YES! We are a go! We are central… we are flowing like jet streams in liquid sky… we are motion in motion, we are void of friction, unstoppable, lucid, unfathomable, loss of meaning, of matter, of existence, of energy, of light and soul, we are essence, we are element, we are flipping switch. We are go. 

 

And on the brink of trying, looking at the possibilities and challenges… we can do that surely.. ill put that aside and live up the other… we will make it all worth while.

 

We will link this to that, and that to those and we will make sense of it, and these years and hours and minutes upon seconds will all amount to an understanding and a push into the vast unknown, all the while moving, motion, anchored yet free, moving yet still

 

is it possible?

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365 Update: 63 – 84

Sorry for the long delay in updating this, but i have been on holiday… so deal with it.

In no particular order…

 

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Power, Power Everywhere, so let's all throw a stone….

I stood snapping away at hundreds of people, young and old, all out to prove a point… blocking roads, waving flags, banging drums and standing shoulder to shoulder in the face of oppression, and calling for a better situation, a more just situation…. I wasn’t convinced.

Today in Paris, the streets are back to normal, as if things had never been abnormal in the first place. These manifestations are so common in Paris and France that the act of protesting is now a cultural past-time… the students know how to sing and chant, the police know how and where to control them, the business men and women, for whom work doesn’t stop, know how and where to go to avoid the traffic, the politicians know how to humour them and how to act like they care. Come 8pm everyone is satisfied, and there is not a scrap of dirt, not a stray banner or hard line protester to be found scattered over the streets…….. you’d swear it had never happened at all…. and your left wondering why they had bothered in the first place. 

For many students in France there has not been one class or lecture since Christmas. Numerous marches and sit-ins have resulted in a stand off between the government and the students and faculty of France’s Universities who are unhappy with President Sarkozy’s tough economic reforms. On some occassions these protests have been close to erupting in all out violence with some students breaking windows and throwing stones, while union wide protests that involved not just the students but many public sector workers have resulted in nearly 2.5mllion people protesting in one day marches on the streets of Paris.

I look back to the ’68 protests in Paris which demonstrated to the world the power of the people to voice their anger at numerous issues and the Vietnam War…… it also demonstrated the lack of understanding on the part of the student organisers who’s actions led to spiraling violence and the destruction of their city streets in the hope that the Universities be returned to the people from the hands of the police.. These “successful” protests that brought a camaraderie to the people of Paris, forced an armistice from President G. Pompidou and the resumption of student control to the Sorbonne, are looked upon by today’s student protesters as inspirational… to think that students could have such power… to think that they could bring change….

Yet things are different in Paris these days, these protests are not over civil rights and war.. these protests are about money… these protests are about the  refusal to accept the end of an easy ride… 

Everywhere is paining at the downturn, the recession, the depression…. everyone has got to dig in. It is of course understandable that the people of the world should have a chance to make sure everyone carries their fair share of the load… but there is a time to shout and a time to dig in and start being realistic.

Shutting down the University system in a country for 3 to 4 months is not a realistic answer to an economic recession… and I don’t need a Masters in Economics to tell you that…. its just plain stupid…. irresponsible and anti-productive..

The relative normality of these protests and the lack of impact they are having on the everyday lives of Parisiens makes me wonder why they bother doing this in the first place if they are “just another protest”. The thousands of students, teachers and citizens who join the marches seem more interested in the experience than the struggle… they seem to know more about the experience than the struggle too.. the ability of a small group of activists to rally a large manifestation of protesters at short notice is made so much easier these days with the use of Twitter, Facebook and SMS texting… its so easy these days to cripple a country already in Economic decline… a few simple posts on Facebook and Twitter can result in…. a few thousand students who are there because their friends were going, ’68-ers who want to relive the old days, a few hardliners who would march against world peace if it meant they could throw a stone at “the man” and a couple of tourists who are there for the “real French experience”… just post it online, hope they show up et voila… une manifestation!

But dont forget, all this is cleared with the government and plice first, because it would be simply ludicrous to think they could do it without permission!

Furthermore, one wonders the validity of their claims of oppression when the youth of other countries like Moldova, who have successfully employed the use of these Internet based communities to organise flash protests, are in active struggles against corruption. While the students of Paris fold up their banners and head home to get in an hour of study before bed time, in case…god forbid…they fail to pass their summer exams, the youth of Moldova will have to wake up to another day of real oppression and bad governance… they will wake up to a real struggle, a struggle against a problem they are willing to roll up their sleeves and get their hands dirty in fixing.. summer exams and government funding is irrelevant when the very government that controls them is ignorant of their voices and desires…

Something tells me, when I look across the throng of french students with wavey haircuts and iphones, walking purposefully down a street in central Paris, that nobody here is angry…like really angry… nobody here is going to be satisfied at anything that can be given to them to shut them up…something tells me that if i was to return to that very spot in two or three years time i will see the new breed of Parisian protesters, with whatever new haircut is fashionable and whatever cool gadget is new and expensive, singing the same songs, and banging the same drums about nothing in particular…. because these protests are not about anything really except for the youth of France trying to prove a point to their ’68era parents, that they too can march and sing and shout about nothing and get away with it… while the rest of the world just gets on with it.

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60-365

Repeditive…

….and again we see it happen …. footsteps on the face …. bang down anger rhythms… tap on drums with heavy shouting sticks… 

 

we all want to be the most important….

 

…screaming children

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Heavy Edits on Broken Loafs of Happy Bread (57-365)

All of this loving gun, working hard and playing the little trumpets and banging the great big drums of heaven and earth this most beautiful thing that we love this most beautiful rhythm the lose sounds of life, the heavy drumming of a thousand and one green hearts and souls ,  hundred billion yellow taxi cabs in zoo panoramic scenes, beeping horns in the light rain as the souls of the past walk away from expensive circus performances with a genius in sand and a lightning hat shining BELIEF BELIEF on the heads of the others who had never dreamed or even conceived such possibilities, these things my dear are the works of great gods in capes screaming heaven down upon the earth in great big bags of lost sounds and perfect rhymes, this is what we all dream for lines of cabs running in time to the heavy need and turning 180 on a small road without a stop this is the need this is the want this is the everything… and who am i in all of this…… the guy with the two little black things singing in my ear…telling me stories from another brain…telling me that the city is moaning…that the sun is rising yellow out of a man hole on the corner of 53rd street… and we all know its true you just have to click on the right buttons and not lie about it because you want that attention you want that soul bearing click, those words from a real mouth that i am in your head just as they are in mine. we all want it… lets not beat around the burning bush… we all want it..

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52-365

And the looky and the likey and the upside downey

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Grand Slam – Grand Slam – Grand Slam !!! (49-365)

There is so much to be happy for and everything went wrong… that is why we deserve it most…

If 18months of critical journalism, disbelief, doom and gloom results in the first grand slam for the Irish Rugby team in 61 years then things are looking better already for the Irish economy.

I think that all those with their heads in the dirt, looking at money like it was the word of the lord.. and sipping at their half empty glasses with hopes of a quick refil need to look at the pure happiness brewed up by 30 odd athletes on a rugby pitch today.

There is nothing to be sad about, there is nothing to worry about… the happiness was already there and there was no need to panic in the first place.

Its not about profit or money…

…tis all about losing your voice in a Paris pub screaming ole ole ole with complete strangers as you realise LIFE IS GOOD – SO LETS GO FUCKING MENTAL!

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30-365 (If This…)

If i had every second to spend inside that warmth between me and this… if i had every chance to see this… if i had a moment to hear this in my ear once more… if i had a chance to wake up to this every morning… and if i had a chance to to watch this fall asleep every night…. and if this wanted to offer me a chance to share it all… and if this asked me to keep it all quiet…. if this was nothing more than a proposition to take a chance…. if this was waiting for me… if this was always looking out for me… if this beat the warm vibrations from any instrument or box of sound… if this shone light into my quiet nights….if this was as quiet as the city streets …. if this was as free as any thing between me and the sea… if this was locked in a room and i had the only key…. if this was asking me to drive faster so as to feel the wind a little faster …. if this had watery eyes out car windows…. if this hit notes that were deeper than deep….if this hit highs without the sighs…. if this was a great book… if this was a sad movie with a happy ending…. or if this was a happy movie with a happy ending…. if this yelled the same hillarious lines from the same song all the time…. if this could read me like a road sign….if this lifted the fog….if this cleared the cobwebs….if this made smoke signals…. if this was longer, faster, shorter and generalised….if this was heavier on the bass and faster on the riff…. if this was a conversation in a pub at home…. if this was a secret told between friends…. if this was a walk in the park…. if this was a terrible situation that we all laughed about…. if this was going to change everything…. if this was the right chord to play…. if this lifed the crowd and everyone was clapping….if this is the right name….if this is a good situation….if this joined the hip bone to the leg bone….. if this pulled together all the bones….. if this changes the song….if this broke the camera….if this holds up the pictures on my wall…. if this fixes the camera…. if this breaks me in two…. if this never ends…. if this never stops and we’re all standing here with each other on the same line….. if this closes before i get there….. if this starts the rain….if this ends the cold…. if this will make my clothes dry today…. if this will make my phone beep when i want it to….if this will make me smile…. if this makes me walk faster…if this makes me think clearer…if this makes sense…. if this is positively going to end well…..if this ….is.

 

then why not?

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