01 July 2014

'University of Waves'

I am not learning much from Neruda's 'University of Waves' at the moment, apart from how to deal with disappointments, which now that I think of it, is pretty fucking valuable.

26 June 2014


A phone call with a nice man from India also named Peter, I had a little while back:

"Hi, Mr Lewis? This is Peter, Hello Sir, I'm just calling to let you know you're computer has a virus."
"Oh that's wonderful."
"Yes Sir, Mr Lewis. Would you like me to show it to you?"
"Very much, Peter. I would love that."
"Ok Sir, so click on the bottom right hand corner, on the grey box. Now what do you see?"
"I see the most wonderful things. Flowers, birds, trees. Its so wonderful how interconnected we all are these days. Don't you think so Peter?"
"Yes Sir Mr Lewis, I know. Very good. Now do you want me to show you the virus?"
"In a second, Peter. I am just on my way to the lavatory."
"Sir, let me just show you the virus, just click..."
"But I'm on my way to make poopsie. Hey, would you like come with me?"
"Sir, perhaps I can speak with your wife while you go?"
"No, no, I insist, I'll bring the phone with me and we can make poopsie together."
"OK sir, goodbye."
"Goodbye, Peter."

If You get the message, hang up the phone- Alan Watts.

23 June 2014

Yoko Ono/ Newberg/ Middle-Aged-Wood-Pusher Collabo


Anyway, skateboarding like sneezing, the orgasm and meditation is widely understood by spiritual scholars to be one of the fleeting times in Samsara that the tormented schmuck is really in tune with the universe. It is not an escape from school, the factory or the office. Rather it is a head-on collision with reality (sometimes literally), when one's mind rejects past regrets and anxiety of the future and only hears the bark of pool coping. Each grind shakes us awake, parts the clouds and shines a little bit more light. Hit the lip hard but don't forget to roll away. 
-Some Dickhead.

17 June 2014

The Axe

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. That is my belief."


05 May 2014

A Life On The Road

Foulweather Contributor, Young David Fitzpatrick just had a rather stellar piece published in Bull Men's Fiction. This might be one of his best yet.

Read it.

04 May 2014


convex meniscus
delight in pre-overflow
and what of the spill?

a properly poured pint

sweet drought-ridden beans from Ethiopia

a new ancient song on repeat

keys to floodgates

an attic room with a tiny window
in a house we shall occupy one day
over-looking atlantic seas

antiquated technologies
in dusty corners
and books

macho authors
keeping you awake on rainy spring nights
forcing you to take sides
in Spain

changing histories
and talk of food
and talk of drink
and how to love
and how to die

you take to wearing strange hats from countries that no longer exist
to keep the thoughts warm
and your eyes mostly hidden
like blinders

but the sun comes out
and a knock at the door
and a stomach rumble
and a notice of over-draft protection
and a powerful thirst

and a giant truck rumbles
along your quiet street
and the liquid in the glass


but never spills.