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letting it all hang loose

A post to redneckognise.

I’m sunburned.

xxxx

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Smffss 25-Jul-2016

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‘Getting caught’

We were talking about smoking weed, and she said she would be too afraid I said of what.

‘Vommin’  – she white-eed once I guess.

‘Being paranoid ha’  – don’t think you need the weed for that hahaha

I asked who she thought would catch her.

‘Hahaha the police’

‘Where do you even go to do it?’

Just in the park where I am sitting, currently smoking a joint hahahaha

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underwater

The top of the list
the first click
I’m not crying to Adele
I’m getting serious to Jaden Smith
Deleted
not cheated
reciprocation
not in this instance
or maybe just instant
in the future if persistent
and persuasive
my mum says it’s okay if
no if actually

just okay.

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If I named my fruit, I’d become too attached.

If I were to believe in reincarnation, which I think that I very well could do.

I would like to be an apple. Not now.

When I came back of course.
I could spend my entire youth and young adulthood growing up in a tree.
I’d have a little brown stalk, not much different from my brown hair atop my head now.
All of my friends would be apples and so I would have something in common right away!

If I could, I would prefer to be a hand to mouth kind of apple, not a cooking apple, I don’t like too hot summers.

Also I wouldn’t mind falling or being picked or being in an orchard or in a wild tree, it would all be fine with me.
I wouldn’t even mind being thrust through a high speed blade in a juicer. or squeezed. Any juice is cool.

Yes, I think an apple would suffice. Would be nice.

Although, peanut butter does not stick to an open apple, and I’m not sure that I could live a life being peanut butter-proof.
Maybe I should come back as peanut butter.

Dear Gods/controllers of reincarnation,

please may I be re-born as peanut butter.

regards,

Current human.

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A thought on being dead.

What if, you know those people who die for minutes at a time, what if when they die something Else does exist.
They go somewhere,
Else.
Or become something,
Else.
Experience something,
Else, lest they don’t come back.
but in coming back from something they have never known or felt,
it was unrecognizable in human terms,
and upon re-arrival and awakening they forgot all that happened to them
in their 2 minute afterlife.

so until one enters that realm, either firstly or returning, one only ever knows being there when one is there.

What if our entire life is just a two minute death of our other being?

Well, then: I should rather like being fully dead.

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farts be like

Someone just punched a duck.

a wet slap.

liquid fire.

a drowning goose.

a soggy trumpet.

the sigh of a disappointed mother.

a swamp gurgling.

a horror movie door creak.

a turkey screaming.

a far away elephant hooting.

denim being ripped.

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Cheese quotes can have real depth.

(If you think hard enough)

“you’re the oldest you have ever been and the youngest you will ever be”

I’m not normally one for cheesy quotes and stuff on tumblr that any person that ever breathed can relate to, but this one I can engage with because of it’s relation to time.

ever since looking into Durational Performance, and such artists and Tehching Hsieh and On Kawara and many others, the concept of time in relation to how we spend our ‘time’ has frequented my thoughts.

I find the quote rad because it signifies the passing of time and the futility that we all try to ignore in our day to day lives. If you think about it properly then it really puts into perspective your life, it’s basically saying,

“what have you achieved with your life so far, and what are you going to do with the rest of it?”

For me at least. The saying itself is timeless, because you can read it when you are sixteen and be like ‘whoa I gotta do shit with my life’ or can read it when you are eighty and be like ‘okay I still got some juice left, I’m still young’.

It carries the essence of vitality whilst also indicating wisdom; it’s contradictory and that’s what makes it so human. It’s a juxtaposition (I wanted to say paradox, but I’m not sure if that’s the right word, but even e just saying that I wanted to put it is enough for me, because it’s basically the same as me putting it. Hah.).

I just like it because it makes me think about the universe and even though I am smaller than a spec, I still have an affect on other human specs, and by choosing different actions and warranting different outcomes of my life, I can have a bigger and more positive effect on and the specs on this crumb.

I think it’s a rad quote and not cheese at all now that I have thought about it.

Bed peace, hair peace

xx G xx

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