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Riff: Ghosts of Festive Losts {Christmas Any/no/elsewhere}

Sometimes you feel like a person left in the “lost luggage” room… You sit, you wait for the person to come ~ sometimes someone comes by but for another reason and you just sit and you wait. Eventually, a train comes, sometimes you find a seat, sometimes with window and you go.

Ghosts of Festive Losts – you wait, sometimes miracles arrive or ring or you are just lost (Lanka 2017)

Other times, a friend is someone who comes to help you for a rather different purpose than the “help you seek“ yet somehow, maybe unbeknownst to you & them, they help & you appreciate, admiration is mutual, then each drift into life, better than before, or at least different.

I’ve spent more Christmases {or whatever} either working jobs, in hospitals, lost alone, holed up in hotels, hiding in cabins, or movie theatres, on road hitching, or with strangers etc. than have with family or familiar. Best stories. Fortunately none in jail. Hear you if alone.

Tradition is what you are doing in the present tense.

Every moment a spectacular event.

You are a miracle, truly, enjoy.

Riff: Photograph your Tears

Bits of Me, ergo:

Plotting paths of poets past, noting inter-disciplinarianism is key to creating context to encapsulate your content (as it were).

Write letters, fill sketch books, scrapbooks of ephemera, journals of nothings, tear sheets from magazines, pilfer coasters and brochures, collect the uncollectible, document the mundane. Fill a suitcase with ephemera.

Look down, crawl and fall. Photograph your tears.

“Elf Care” and Arts + Crafts / Japan Cottage Musings

Dave riffs about “Elf Care” in tumultuous times along with personal archeology from a cottage in Japan including life update about baby and wife, plus “doing what you can” – in this case making arts and crafts and sort-ganizing.

Shared examples of projects are: books of postboxes and paintings, scrapbooks of travel ephemera, family photos, and virtual learning with certificates, as well as upcoming Jack Kerouac story making workshop.

Finally offers support for artist who need a like, subscribe, comment and support. Fondly, Dave (plus plenty of sanitary face touching :))

Riff: Creativity in solitude(ish) / from experience

I went from being very social and active to often housebound due to a chronic and complex illness, and spent extended stints sequestered at Ayurvedic clinics & various hospitals …

Finding yourself cooped up due to public health situation? Your solution is: digging into projects which maintain your mental acuity and move your fine motor skills but also, very importantly, produce something in the end.

Like: making scrapbooks of life ephemera, organizing letters and photos, writing down your stories, make a podcast, read war and peace (or similar), write a novel (desert solitaire or similar), make some songs, write some poems, compile your journals and diaries, embark on “personal archaeology” by sort-ganizing your old report cards, certificates and participation ribbons / put them in binders with sheet protectors or make a shadowbox… I can go on and on but I think you get the gist.

Or this is a great time to take an online course about something you dig (I recently did a Japanese book culture course). Many universities have all sorts of free courses (start at open culture or Internet archive) plus you can just learn something new on your own via other folks like you, i.e.: how to make Lo-Fi beats, how to play the ukulele, how to paint with oils… IOW, Get started on something interesting which can be a new hobby and produce some neat artifacts,rather than just trying to level up on a video game.
Verily, choose activities with intentions / of course, chill out but consider watching a specific classic epic movie (ask me if you need some tips) rather than sifting through nonsense to binge (and in general minimize mindless, high-twitch screentime).

Look at this as an opportunity to do all those little projects you’ve *always meant to do*.

Also, letter writing is cheap and cheerful and immensely satisfying, especially for others who are routinely shut in (elders, disabled, remotes etc.)

If you need someone to cheer you along or give you some more ideas are examples, of course I am friendly if a bit slow sometimes.

I will note that it’s totally up to you what do you do and all that, I’m just encouraging expansion of your brain through art and culture and creativity – and im speaking from so much experience.

All the hugs, your possibly-favourite uncle

Photo: Dr. Trevor Erikson (note: before Dr status)

Annotations re: The Clash’s London Calling turning 40

snap of The Clash shared via Margereta Holmdahl, credit unknown

A few sundry/spontaneous  remarks about London Calling, The Clash’s remarkable album, turning 40 as well as a few miscellaneous  annotations about The Clash’s canon:

London Calling had the element of surprise as the world (or the record company) had no idea that this eclectic mix of americana, ska, rockabilly, mushy songs, political songs, fun songs, songs recorded in 1 take, a rock drummer playing like Ginger Baker without the prog and the almost alien guitar playing of Mick Jones. No one knew what to expect and it exploded as a secret, delivered mere hours before the EOY deadline.

The double LP was packed in one sleeve (to save label and fans money) and Train in Vain was Mick’s last minute addition (that’s why the mix sounds so different too) with Topper, no Joe or Paul on that track.

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(not sure) what the truth entails

though i am not sure what truth entails truthful which really occurred in the physical reality.  even if no one else witnessed the incident. truthful like something to believe in , something to dream something that i can hope for – though i haven’t an interest in the truth – abandon me to my illusions…

there  am driving a Plymouth Valiant with push button transmission – through decadent Richard’s street night, dreary bulbs, dreary faces i could run it all – run into the ground if the pavement would burst – yield with my pressure – the force of extraction the push of exertion breaking free until some truth is found – truth is i don’t fucking know what it is exactly that i want to find – want to do – want to be.  how to get there & how it looks and where it is * i don’t even care really i all want is for peace and thrill to coexist.

chaos and comfort simultaneously – seduction and elation – reckless and safe. my mercurial soul demands nothing less. how?

well it always just happens. a chance comes, i say ‘yes’. always yes .. “is it odd, dangerous or simple or confusing?” whichever, ‘yes, yes, yes, let’s go”  I’ve always said yes, every-time until … but am i a not rolling with the flow again? 

where is my manifest destiny? keep on climbing mountains, checking boxes, completing forms, chatting in new solar systems – always wide open to the outside – closed to the inside.  the world doesn’t get that bit of me – blahs in papers, anecdotes and interludes, yes – but the frantic sleepless stretches of self-doubt, confusion, confession, remorse, regret, these fade so quick when the mercury changes.  

i forget it all when i am able to clamber into my comfort trench … nothing interests me but when i can create, the rest of the time – i wander as caretaker of a carcass waiting for the practicalities of life to present a lapse in tension & an aligned moment where i can BE without trying.  those moments are everything and the only thing … how can i get there all the time?

to control the mental process, heart leading mind – everyday – all the day. i am not sure i care enough to find out cause it happens often as it is – but more more. only because i embrace chaos and thrive on random chance of happenstance.  always saying yes, let’s go go. but not now … and why is that that i stay i remain as i am?  where i be? behave, being just how it is? behaving? trying? struggling?  fighting the current? because this is the way I’ve always rolled. when the doors open, i rely on hunches on which to trespass.  

likely i am always wrong in logical hindsight but would i trade the experiences & random incidents for more peace? or the ability to find peace reliably?   to find the discipline to create when the circumstance dictated rather than wait, wait, struggle, pace, emotional disposal & effort to find fleeting moments of peace to make, create.  is this the moments i crave? are the creations more important than the peace? can i coexist without tempering the fire & spontaneity of what i make? is this the panacea or the pill?

Things i Seek &/or I enjoy: 1) quiet (i.e without humans, phones, cars – rivers OK); 2) rainy days with a view and nothing obligatory to do; 3) culture (new, odd, pleasant); 4) literature – still so much to read; 5) walking, strolling, hiking uphill

Writing Project Ideas – Feasthouse (2005)

Snacks from the Feasthouse- Writing Project Ideas

In my blitzkrieg of personal socialized publishing catchup, i came across a recording spontaneously spieled while riding the bus from North Van to Surrey in Oct. 2005 shortly after relocating to my beloved harbours, trees and parks. I talk about three big writing projects which are moving verrryyyy slowly but are moving (a couple of them anyhow).

Pencils ready for: DaveO Writing Project Ideas (.mp3, 12:17, 18MB)

Specifically the ideas are:

* a collection of short stories about quitting jobs (many) in rather creative ways and heading out on adventures – tentatively called “Quitting Jobs” – i often recollect new ones i had forgot about too …

* a novel “Elsewhere” being a first-person narrative about finding a place and meaning for a generation between the cracks in the early 90’s – (loosely based on notes and scribblings from a summer on Dead tour including a hostage incident in New Mexico)

* “The Diamond Merchant” – a (funny) screenplay about the double-life of a owner of a chain of mall jewelry stores and his dubious, international exploits running both ends against the middle – add hoodwinked Nigerian spammers and Russian roulette in Thailand (wait hasn’t that been used?) and chaos ensues.