February 17th, 2005
Disturbing dreams.....
It was a body-switching dream. I believe it involved four people, although to be honest most of my dream was spent from my point of view in the body that I woke up in.
Some of you will find this highly humourous but it quite disturbed me (possibly because of the reality level I was in. I woke up in a luxury hotel room in Vegas as......... Britney Spears!!!!
God knows what the poor girl thought if she woke up in my body, but like I said there were four people it affected so I'm not sure who got my frame for the duration.
I won't go into the rest of the dream but I am prepared to accept that I may subconsiously need a good shag :p
Heresy Trials to be Renewed in the UK?
10 Things That Could Land Your Vicar In Trouble (BBC News On-Line; Thursday 17th February 2005)
(Poetry) System Failure
System Failure
Damn these things that aren’t working
Leaving me hanging
Leaving me hurting
With a dance floor attitude
And a minds eye smouldering
With the side effects of hell
From a slice of heaven.
SYSTEM FAILURE
By A R J Abranson
14-06-93/13:57
(Taken from 'Cry To Me')
(Poetry) Las Vegas
Las Vegas
Still
moving
After
all of those years
Trapped
on film
In
motion.
Pictures
of a youthfulness
That
has long since
Run
away, with your fear
Of a
black room.
Late
into the night I sit
Watching
pictures of the same movies,
Watching
pictures of an old you
Trapped
in re-run
And
a slave to slow-mo,
There’s
nothing I can do
To
stop my memories
In a
time, that has long forgotten you.
Keeping
visions of my yesterdays,
Of
my yesteryears,
Close
to me, close to my heart,
But
the memories still shine through
With
hurt and pain,
With
a feeling of loss,
Without
you.
Late
into the night I sit
Watching
pictures of the same movies,
Watching
pictures of a young me,
Watching
pictures of an old you.
Watching
pictures,
It’s
how I remember.
Watching
pictures.
I
remember you
But
now you’re lost
And
trapped in re-runs
And
a slave to slow-mo.
And
the memories hurt.
There’s
nothing I can do
To
change my yesterdays,
To
change our yesteryears.
We’re
just slaves together,
But
trapped apart,
And
I remember you
In
Las Vegas
As
the reel stops.
LAS
VEGAS
By A R J Abranson
25-12-90/17:07
(Taken from 'Wild Card Symphonies')
Musings on Productivity, Creativity and Motivation
This is doubly annoying as I am a point in my life, for a change, where I can actually take control of such things and see them through the stages to print form. Although I'm currently not working on any of the commissioned projects for Cubicle 7 my low motivation has certainly affected the company to a certain degree. Lucikly I have some very talented people working for me so I don't have to worry 'too' much about my own creativity downturn, I just have to make sure the business side of operations work and that the various people in the chain can fulfil their commitments (be they writers, artists, editors, layout artists, etc).
There are projects which I am truly and deeply excited about and I would love to work on (both within Cubicle 7 and without for other companies or my own independant projects) but I need to have a pick-me-up of somekind. The only problem is I don;t know what kind of 'pick-me-up' I need. My most creative times came about when I was younger and to a certain extent when I was depressed. In fact at one point I could manipulate my moods quite easily from 'happy' to 'brooding' to 'depressed' - to an extent I can still do it today although I've not artificially changed my moods (to the negative) for some time. I used to really enjoy locking myself away in my room with a bottle of southern comfort, a packet of fags (or some dope), some good music and my trusty typewriter. Some of the results were, in my opinion, very good. I'd like to try and capture that again but I feel tired. I have slipped into some sort of zone that sucks creativity and motivation from my mind and body. I need to somehow escape from this.
I've thought about taking holidays, about going on complete weekend benders with dubious cocktails and even more dubious friends, trying to storm my system with some kind of 'buzz' to jolt me awake. There are people I'd like to see and hang out with that do wonders to how I feel. Whose company wakens me.
Music still inspires me (both live and recorded), so does reading good books or even (sometimes) seeing great films. I don't know. Maybe I do need a break. A little holiday with a close friend or three. Something different.
Whatever, the end result is I need to break from this zone that I've found myself stuck in.
Any suggestions folks?
The Class of 2005
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Greatest Songs of All Time
Two songs which would certainly be in the top ten though would be Sunday Bloody Sunday by U2 and the acoustic version of Everlong by The Foo Fighters. New Model Army, Fields of the Nephilim and The Sisters of Mercy would also feature.
One day I may try and create a list, but not tonight. I don't have the time to do it properly nor the, er, motivation. I'd rather just sit here surfing a bit, do some reading and listen to some great music as opposed to try and wrack my brain figuring out the best of it :D
Goodnight folks, may your dreams be great adventures......