Scenes From Japang Pt.4

Something elves can't build.

KRS-1 as Santa, Lupe Fiasco as Blitzen, Lebron James and Kobe Bryant as muppets...it's going off!

I don't want to shave.

"Too far!" he cried,
as he stood upon the burning deck.
No flames, but hair,
lay fallen from his neck.

YALTA Summer Jam 2009

If this video taught me anything, it is that Ukranian Bboys love just 3 things: Getting drunk, getting high and...getting naked??





Gotto hit up Eastern Europe when I can. Definitely this event and RIGA OPEN in Latvia!

Definition of superfluous.

A Homebase application form has a two-page 'Personality Test'.

Mum: "I hope you ignored it!"

Dad: "I hope you didn't!"

Welcome To Holloway.

"Sam, Sam! I need your help, my Mum's been arrested! I went to her house and it was taped off, it's a crime scene! She's been nicked! Policeman said she stabbed 2 blokes in the face!" - Hysterical woman on the phone on my street.

Can you name me a better song?

"I can't give you anything but love,
That's the only thing I've plenty of.
Dream a while, scheme a while,
We're sure to find,
Happiness, and I guess
All those things you've always pined for
Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell,
Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn't sell.
Till that lucky day, oh that lucky day,
You know darned well,
I can't give you anything but love."

Scenes from Japang Pt 3

Scenes from Japang Pt 2

Hygiene As A Means For Advancing The Intellect.

I brush my teeth with my left hand
in a vain attempt to be
that little bit more like my hero;
Leonardo Da Vinci.

Scenes from Japang Pt 1

$2 Dollar Soul Show

Currently keeping me warm.*
$2 Dollar Soul Show @ djskemerichards.podomatic.com/

*Plus central heating but shush.

BACKSPIIIIIINS.

Justice For Jacuzzis.

"When an angry gorilla cries,
who's gonna be there to dry his eyes?
And when an angry gorilla's depressed,
who's gonna heal him with a soft caress?
Ooh ooh ah ah.
The tears are rolling down my cheeks.
Ooh ooh ah ah.
Liquid sorrow that my eyes excrete."

Ode To An Inanimate Block Of Wood Carved In A Manner To Imply The Opposite.

Oh wooden figure
of impressive barb,
with robe so white and long,
your eyes so gently closed as if
in constant silent song.
How I admire
your countenance,
with patience near divine.
How I wish so wise an attribute
was one of mine.

Tokyo is...

Earthquakes and summer heat.
Amateur baseball and barbecued meat.

Happy Friday!

October's here,
and I've still got my shorts on.
Not one to tempt fate,
I'll find some wood to knock on.

Naked Day.

Wooooooo!




When at home, on my bed I sprawl,
Boredom looms and London calls.
In London time just flys away,
How I long for my bed and a lazy day.

The Tale Of Big Bull And Little Bull.

There are two bulls in a field: Little Bull is young and headstrong, whereas Big Bull is old and wise.

One day, over the horizon, Little Bull spies a herd of heifers, twenty five or thirty strong.

In his excitement, he exclaims to Big Bull, "Hey, do you see that? Look at all those heifers! What do you say we run down there and knock a few of those up?"

Big Bull turns calmly to Little Bull and replies, "Nah, let's walk down there quietly and knock up the whole lot."



Thank you Alan for your Aussie wisdom. Confusion to the enemy!

For now, a poem.

I kept a diary of my sojourn in Tokyo, so I'll blog it up at some point. In the mean time, a poem:

Friends in high places
would be nice to know,
but I'm glad I have friends
in the year below.

For all my faults
I graduate,
one entire
year too late.

Poets Ranked by Beard Weight

from A Journey Round My Skull.

"As will be noted, Underwood awards the highest ranking to Samuel F. B. Morse, laconic linguist and perfecter of the practical telegraph, whose name will be forever linked with that ingenious system of stripped-down prosody masterfully devised for conveying writing over distances by means of a wire which enabled him to transmit from Washington to Baltimore the immortal message: "What hath God wrought." In conferring the prize upon Morse, Underwood cites both the prominence of his whiskerage and the pre-eminence of his poetic gravity ratio, and recalls the little-known circumstances of Morse's poignant demise: "...as the eminent inventor-poet lay on his deathbed huskily breathing his last, and dusk and death's shadow competed to cast their palls over the hushed, but crowded room, vigil-keepers gasped as a sparrow descended from a nearby wire, lit at the windowsill, and began to tap rapidly with its tiny beak." Perhaps the bewildering bird was only attracted by the nest-worthiness of Morse's monolithic mass of whiskers. But, instead of flitting to nestle in the cottony tufts of the moribund seer's chin-fringe, the sparrow, according to astonished onlookers, tapped on the sill in perfect telegraphic code "…that nurtureth speech from silence…," at the precise moment the old sage expired. The testimony of the numerous sober witnesses to this incident is a matter of historical record."

Can't talk right now.

Too busy chilling in Japan.
See you in two weeks.

TRAVELLING FRESH

SOUL FRESH

The True Poet

"...is like a man who is happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he is allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set. The false poet travels abroad in strange countries and hopes to be uplifted by the mountains of Switzerland, the sky and sea of Italy. He comes to them and is dis-satisfied. He is not as happy as the man who stays at home and sees the apple trees flower in spring, and hears the small birds singing among the branches." - Jacob Grimm

JERKIN' 101

DO THE STANKY LEG.

DOPE BLOG.

Is this blog just gonna be me linking other blogs???
Anyway, check it, super dope.

a journey round my skull

My phone is happy.

2 years and counting my dear Samsung.

Flowers.

Video by Karma
Dancing by Free

Need a guide?

I do.

http://ineedaguide.blogspot.com/

Scotland and that: Part 2

Reports of my drenching have been greatly exaggerated.

Leaky's.

Went into Inverness yesterday, and I was inspired by an amazing second-hand bookshop called Leaky's, where I rediscovered my love for A.A.Milne. So when I couldn't sleep last night, I tried my hand at a little poem.


Alastair,
age ten,
wins prize
for poem,
of tshirt
and sweets.
But never again,
did he think
to put rhyme
down on paper,
with pen.
Until age twenty three,
he succumbs
to boredom.

Scotland and that.

So I'm up near Inverness right now, visiting my aunt and uncle who've been living up here for the past few years. Finally got round to visiting, and I wish I had done sooner.

It is absolutely stunning up here, as soon as the train came through Edinburgh, I simply couldn't read my book and just stared out the window for the next 4 hours up to Inverness. I'll put some photos up when I get back.

Can't beat unemployment.

So I'm officially on the dole. ace.

On a positive note:

NEW DESIGNERS YO.

So this past week I've been showing at the first week of New Designers at the Business Design Centre along with my class.

Here are just a few shots of our stand. Farnham represent!


Line's incredible loom-woven dress.
line-nilsen.blogspot.com


My pitiful efforts.


And my favourite work in the whole show; by Katie Brown from Duncan of Jordanstone.
www.katiebrowntextiledesign.com


Just for an idea of scale.


PS. Shout outs to the Farnham ceramics and jewellery massive. Congratulations to one of our own coming runner up for Designer Of The Year!