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"At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face." Albert Camus
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Category Archives: prose
#identity part VI: this is it
summer comes to an end and so does the time spent hanging off ladders with brush and paint helping Picasso work on his livable canvases. what now? there was a time when I was naively carefree. I would go about my days without any intentionality and never felt like something was amis. those days are [...]
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DeLuxe No. 20 and cliffside peelers
I find myself plying the depths of a sunday afternoon for something worthy of holdin onto. meantime Moe digs the old Roller Derby DeLuxe No.20 outta the closet and starts surfing. the clay wheels on the old oak floors frighten me but he seems to have a sense of the danger he’s into so I [...]
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enjoy the momentary rain
today -a deluge. our basement wet in that low corner where the hill meets the high side of the house. out at the seaside it was all wind and a foggy mist. Picasso and I added the last few strokes to the livable canvas. the finished piece a cornucopia of colour like south coast Jamaica. [...]
blue hues and silver linings
under gray skies, I painted. first silver. the eaves. the fascia. silver specks covered my face. my hands looked like the tin mans’. but I had heart. so I climbed up the forty foot ladder. a gust of wind blew leaves in the parking lot below. I felt a tinge of my fear of heights [...]
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change begets opportunity
recently I was asked if I felt like my writing was moving forward. while I replied with an answer at the time, the question lingers and I can’t help but wonder if perhaps I am indeed stuck. the thing is, creativity requires a few things to come together. adversity, whether internal or external, is a [...]
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a sad day for surf writing: @Rottmouth quits
Blasphemy Rottmouth has posted his final thoughts in the form of an interview. Why was his blog important to surfing? The following passage sums it up: If you could sum up Independent Blogging in the surfing world with a few words, what would they be? Andy Irons. Simple. The handling (or mishandling) of that story [...]
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a rough and rugged sea would be a reminder of a clear and present time
innocence is lost to the guilty. like water for dry riverbeds, I sift through the dust of a past that was filled with not much and look into a future of unknowns. life grows around me. I take great pleasure in the simplest of things – a hug from the little person in my house [...]
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Ol’ Yeller: a tale of lifetime friendship
most material things I could give two shits about. but every once inna while there is an object which happens to somehow create -by its simple existence. Ol’ Yeller, seen here exiting my house beneath E’s arm, is a perfect example of a ‘thing’ with the power to bring together and bind friendships. E gave [...]
Also posted in culture, home, ras photo, surf Tagged beachies, family, food, jamaica, reggae, RS, single fins, stoke, surfboards 3 Comments
only God didn’t hear
time lapses between obsessive bouts with surfing, or something else all together. as I grow older a sense of deepening responsibilities to others also grows within me. but always, lingering there in front like a dangling carrot, is my obsession with self. what will I do next? when will the swell arrive? can I write [...]
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#Identity part III: the break
this is a continuation of a series on identity I started a few weeks ago. 1999- 2000 from August of 1999 until December of 2000 I was completely lost inna haze of mal-prescribed psychopharmcalogy, high-grade trees, and booze. for several months I didn’t work and instead smoked a lot cigarettes, drank excessively, surfed little, smoked [...]
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post post
so after it’s all been said and done – it gets said and done again. it’s a post eat post world if you know what I mean. some call it surf blogging. I call it what it is. time wastin. surfing is riding waves -nothing more, nothing less. everything else is cultural artifacts, contrived capital, [...]
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identity: part I
1975 – 1987 I was born in a hospital room in Valera, a small hot and humid city in the state of Trujillo, Venezuela. my American mother was alone when I arrived, my father not allowed to be there. old school. my father was just recovering from a near death auto accident. t-boned by a [...]
poem: submariners and rum heads collide like daydreams in the night
this one goes out to all you sub-mariners and slackers,
and shiners, and surfers and lovers of all things,
and to those who said fuckit, and to those whose brains focused
like Leica lenses on the horizon of their futures,
missing the present like purgatorial paychecks.
electrip sheep and lost polaroids
do androids dream? we don’t know -yet. and what of misty monday mornings for the unemployeed? “You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity.” Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, 177
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these absurd times: a slow project
after my morning routine today I spent a little bit of time on VBS.Tv – Vice Magazine’s web space. it’s a place where I can waste a lot of time but also find a lot of inspiration, as Vice often finds interesting people doing things which often don’t have a mass appeal but are wholehearted [...]
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restoring awe and reverence to our lives
he lays an increasing stress on the need to restore an epic and mythological dimension to life – a sense of awe and reverence to the world. a comment on the work of Pier Paulo Pasolini I don’t know much more about Pasolini than what I’ve just learned by way of RT’s blog. what I [...]
today I watched and waited with swollen eye
today was a day of long glides and abrupt endings. today trying to hold onto my log in the soup I got licked in the head, above my left eye, same place where my 6′o smacked me yesterday. except today the 30 pound log split my eye like a flying knee. blood trickled down my [...]
I’m a fool
I catch myself reading yet another novel about a struggling writer struggling to write. a battle of egos. so how many is that? lets see -there was Hamsun’s Hunger, damn that was a good one too. then there old Henry Chinaski‘s poetry, various volumes, and a couple of his novels too. then there’s John Fante [...]
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electric cables, jerk typing, like Benzos
sitting here not quite blue. just waiting. waiting. been working on some projects. prototyped measuring tools. went for a run. spent too much time surfing the web. why? the ocean is flat. spent too much time thinkin about templates and curves, fins 2 vs. 4. spent time. the only thing I got I squander like [...]
moving on.
haven’t felt posty lately. perhaps it’s due to the change of pace, to the fact that things are little different these last few days. not to say that I have not been productive. on the contrary. I have schemed the spinal cord of a book idea about perturbances past and present. I have leveled the [...]
little vector bastards
the first snows of winter fell last night as I lay on the couch reading a cowboy tale. in the quiet of night I could hear scratching in the kitchen walls. with the lights off I walked over and listened. the scratching stopped. then it started again and it sounded like a frustrated attempt to [...]
pressure drops
waves broke yesterday somewhere nearby where the gale force winds were blocked by baked mud bastions of previous ice ages. waves that I didn’t ride nor see -just heard -hear say. are there waves if there is no one to ride them? does a bear shit in the woods? does it make sense to have [...]
#prose: Brooklyn remembered