Antichrist...

...what a film!  I watched it Saturday afternoon and it completely blew me away.  Its gorgeous, shocking, brilliant, disturbing, arty, vile, amazing...its everything!  Its also brilliantly acted and directed with a unique style...incredible!  Anyone reading this who wants to see something they probably haven't seen before should really watch it. 

It also inspired me and I spent the following 80 minutes writing poetry; some of which is below.  Read, enjoy, comment, get to it.

Birth

Cracking and spitting, the violence,

this disguise of new life is ripped,

a metaphor for the end,

a scream of silence and freedom.

A twig snaps underfoot,

a carcass opens its eyes,

breathes a snow sunset

and flies on a wave of memory.

And so this beginning, this birth,

mere cement for a frail humanity,

moral support in a demoralised land,

a stage of cripple and wealth.

We cradle and burp a bastard sigh,

we congratulate suffering and disease,

and by cutting the single life cord,

we prove this metaphor for the end.

At arms length

See that line pissed on the floor,

don't cross it, don't look at it.

See that barrier staring from my eyes,

don't question it, don't point at it.

See that silence coming from my mouth,

don't answer it, don't reach at it.

At arms length I stay,

at arms length I live,

at arms length I breath,

at arms length I am.

See that empty space I occupy,

don't fill it, don't dress at it.

See that hatred filling the air,

don't purify it, don't pity at it.

See that death over my shoulder,

don't bother it, don't forgive at it.

At arms length I wait,

at arms length I run,

at arms length I lust,

at arms length I die.

What a long week...

...its been!  So, I work in a factory producing injection plastic mouldings for cars...bumpers, interior, door substrates etc.  I work on Quality as a Technician but am half managing the department at the moment because our manager left about 6 weeks ago.  Do I enjoy working there?  Work wouldn't be work if you enjoyed it!  I keep my head down, do the best job I can and get a decent wage packet at the end of the month...nuff said!!  Its been a long week though because I was off site for 2 days, done a fair bit of overtime and its been busy...but hey, it makes the week go faster and at least I have a job; the thought of being made redundant or struggling to find a job is not a happy thought!!

Anyways, I didn't start this blog to talk about work...lets talk about writing!  I got a load done last week.  I updated my Facebook page, blogged, wrote a erotic poem, sent another poem off to a competition and also started a short story ready for a competition.  This week will hopefully be as productive; I feel like I am still in the zone!  So, more Facebook updates, this blog (obviously), more work on the short story, some more poetry and maybe even some more erotica (if the mood takes me).  I have included a poem I wrote last week below; read, enjoy, comment,  lets get to it!!

Breath

Trapped inside this faceless shell,

my true being hidden and hurt,

saddened and naked travelled and weary,

a freedom desired, a reality lost.

Why do we shiver and cower,

our self loathing evident and on show,

freaks screaming in silence,

bleeding emotions empty and vanish.

Better to please boxed strangers,

burn our own paper bridges,

and ground the suicidal souls,

destined to meet again.

But all they say is 'that's life',

a sick twisted joke already written,

its punch line forever sought,

trapped inside this faceless shell.

So, as promised...

...here are some photos from Roger Waters performing The Wall last night at the Manchester Evening News Arena!!  It was the greatest concert I have had the privilege of seeing.  Not just the music, which was absolutely faultless, but also the spectacle!  Witnessing an actual wall being built during the first half across the stage followed by a second half with the most amazing visuals projected onto said wall before it came crashing down at the end was an experience!!  Will I ever see anything as mind blowing at a live concert again?!?!?!?  I really honestly doubt it!!  Anyways, enjoy...here's to it!!

Roger Waters...

...the genius that is Roger Waters!  And I will have the absolute pleasure of seeing him perform The Wall in full, live on Saturday night in Manchester!!  I never 'got' Pink Floyd.  I had listened to Dark Side and Wish You Were Here and Piper, but I never 'got' them.  That is until I listened to The Wall...and it blew me away!  Then I 'got' them.  Dark Side and Wish You Were Here made sense, Piper and Saucerful sent me to space, Atom Heart Mother became my soundtrack when bus travelling and The Wall inspired me.  I also fell in love with The Final Cut which is so full of emotion and pain, the speakers bleed!  I did see Roger Waters do a solo tour in 2002 which consisted of Floyd and solo stuff and that was amazing...but...the chance to see The Wall in full is one of those moments in life when you pay what you need to pay and experience it.  It isn't gonna happen again!! 

So that will be my Saturday night, expect a blog report and some photos Sunday daytime!  In the meantime, I wanted to share some more of my poetry.  Enjoy!!

Judgement Comes

The wooden chorus aloft with song,

encases a journey just begun,

while sullen mourners preach from above,

an awakening gorges from below.

Unshackled from this corpse flower,

whispered release from this restraint,

our tragic Earth now an observation,

its beyond now a grandeur stir.

The smell of rampant desire,

the taste of honey and sulphur,

the touch of an endless tragedy,

the sight of heaven and hell.

Our mirrored belief now home,

an eternity incarnate through dusk,

what awaits a reflection of shadows,

salvation or damnation?

And when contempt realisation floods,

and when midnight regret crawls,

and when that tainted darkness chokes,

and when slaughter and torture begin...

...it begins...and will never end.

For the difference between good and evil,

is all the more obvious after our last breath,

after our last thought and final heartbeat,

after silence takes over,

when the body is cold,

the brain stops,

the blood dries,

colour drains,

and then...

...judgement comes.

Back to it!