Archive for November, 2008

Yesterday

All my troubles seemed so far away…

I wrote a few things in the last couple of days that some people did not like.

I have had a bit of a rough time lately. The reasons for this are complex. Some are my own fault and I take full responsibility for them. Other things I am still trying to understand with some professional help and family support.

As there is a bit of confusion and this is a time for reflection and recovery before considering future growth I have removed the most offensive posts following the advice of my editor.

I will be working on paintings for a little forthcoming club exhibition as planned. I will also be teaching kitesurfing and surfing for the South African Summer season as I have done the past three seasons. I will post more about these things soon.

Please check out lifekitesurfing.com

and

manwithflowers.com

for more info on the arty sporty stuff. More will be added there soon.

Warmest regards from Africa.

Have fun.

Thank You.

The Metamorphosis of Plagiarism

“WHEN GREGOR Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.”
- The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka

“The following morning Peter Fortune woke from troubled dreams to find himself transformed into a giant person, an adult.”
- The Daydreamer, Ian McEwan

Mmm… I thought that Mr McEwan was more original than that. And to cap his little story sequence with this is rather unashamed. Oh well, he’s still a great writer and I guess no one is really that original…

Thank You.

tired and emotional

for the second time in my life i am in hospital for over
10 days. there have been a few other times but i feel that these two longer stays have really made the biggest impact. it sounds cheesy but i think that really they have been life changing.

the first time it was in london for complications and infections following surgery. the highs were the people - the patients, the doctors and of course the infinitely inspiring phenomenally dedicated nurses. my family was always on the phone and my beautiful amazing wife was always by my side and holding my hand when i needed her.

now i am in a mental hospital. physically i have never felt better. but emotionally i have a lot of work to do. i have ended up alienating a lot of the people closest to me and i feel really shit about this.

but admitting this makes me feel stronger and i am hoping not to repeat too many of the same mistakes.

the main things driving me are family, my neglected wife who still takes time to talk to me and my friends. but the thing that really helps me keep my life on track the most when i’m not too weak and desperate is surfing. as soon as i get out of here i’m going straight to the beach.

thank you.

rabbit carrot stairs

it’s all nonsense, he sighed
what?
oh, well, really, this is just another way of looking at it
looking at what?
nothing
well, you just said…
none of us did.

so this is a story of a journey,
he started off…
well, no, actually, let’s just start at the beginning.

he was at the top of the stairs
when the idea first struck him
well, not that he considered it an idea at the time, but it came to him
nevertheless.

with each step it became clearer
each step down
as he took another step
another step down
the image became clearer

it was an open field
with a group of people sitting
openly talking
quite relaxed
well at least on the surface
below that
just beneath the veneer
lurked a few tensions

it was these tensions that most interested him
always had done
and this is how he differed from his father
his father had been happy to skate the surface
and indulge in the contentment offered by its fragile skin

but for him it was always different
often he had wondered why
and usually this wondering
became just that
and wandered
arriving nowhere
it would raise more questions
than it answered along the roaming road.

so where was he?
well he’d just about quite forgotten
so lost in thought
that it hit him with a jolt
when the sound of a big boo hit him in the ear

almost jumping as he spun around
doing a little pirouette
to face whatever creature
had pierced his peace
and who other than the little fool
the foolish rabbit with a habit for
munching carrots
who had been the culprit

fuck you, he shouted at the rabbit
as the rabbit cocked his head,
mildly widened his eyes
before blinking rapidly and teary eyed
into his bewildered gaze

oh just bugger off will you?
as he said this he found himself
picking up the rabbit’s carrot
and taking a bite
then, smaller and smaller bites
as he found himself nibbling
little bits

and just then he caught himself
tripping and the cold suspended
feeling of what could have been a dream
shivered up his spine like a lightning bolt
in a milkshake shop

bang and a whallop as he hit the deck
was this the last step or the second
last that he had tripped over?

- 28.07.2008, from the collection, Some poems about life and stuff by stuart barnes

The Libertine

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I found a copy of The Libertine, a play by Stephen Jeffreys at a book exchange. It looked pretty funny and it is. I see that the recent film by John Malkovich featuring Johnny Depp is an adaptation. It looks worth a look.

it was worth a look. rather good and theatrical with rather nice acting. a rather tragic downfall story of a talented individual with an inclination to lean too heavily on the self destruct button. perhaps not your family movie but rather nice.

Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: “If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden…” I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.

T. S. Eliot

http://www.loriginedumonde.com/?p=426

New York is a Friendly Town

New York is a Friendly Town

White men can’t jump and etc…

White men can’t jump and etc…

Funny quote I got from my father.

Thank You.

A clothing label from a small US company selling products in France

A clothing label from a small US company selling products in France

Thank You.

Today is a hard day

How About a Nice Big Cup of Shut the Fuck Up

Today is a hard day. I have to face some stuff that I have been putting off for a long time. But enough is enough and I’m under pressure from family and close friends to talk to more people about my anxiety. Often it’s good to be anxious as it makes for a lot of energy and ideas. But when there’s too much it is dangerous and debilitating and the ideas turn to shit and don’t get realised anyway.

So here’s a joke to lighten my day. I used to say this kind of thing whenever anyone tried to give me advice that I didn’t like. I would blame people and places and circumstances for my mistakes. But the same kind of patterns have played themselves out on a few different continents  and with lots of different people. I’m the kind of person who tries to fix everything alone. I avoid doctors for all injuries like the plague as far as possible. But I’m at the point now when I’m realising my own limits and accepting that I often don’t know best.

Most of the time I am quite happy and contented. But for quite a few months of each year I feel like a complete fucking train wreck and can hardly sleep and forget to eat.

I’m sick of it now and I need a rest before I carry on. Without such nice family and friends I wonder where I would be now. More and more I realise how important it is to keep close to them. Together we’re much stronger. Alone we’re crazy fools.

Thank You.