We Humans are divided
by places
customs
beliefs
weather
languages
standards
heroes
practices
music
dress.
Is there anything all us humans have in common?
How about
kindness?

My old school
My old classmates
My old playground
My old teachers
My old stomping ground
My old team
My old routine
You served me a dish fit for a Limerick boy, a Jesuit boy, a Roman Catholic boy, a professional boy
– doctor, dentist, auctioneer, lawyer, publican, priest, fishmonger, bookseller, architect, accountant, shopkeeper, teacher, vet, insurance broker,
Nothing on the menu for a father, lover, lorry driver, bricklayer, songwriter, carpenter, gardener, bus conductor, poet, vagrant, commercial traveller
In my day…
https://blab.im/7cd64f73da2647f88d84279662366593
How to get better at using Blab?
This live streamed conversation with Victoria @VictoriaJamesUK + Ollie @Ollieflj (Oxfordshire UK) + Timm @brandideas (Sydney Australia) + Rich @firemanrich (New York State USA) :
We began relationship building.
We finished up advertising 2 Blabs:
(1) Blab about Kindness on 22 October #GenKind24.
Plus
(2) Blab about poetry on 23 October.
Reflection: We loved Blabbing conversation because it connected us
My hope for this blog is that it will (gradually) become a special place.
Where makers of art (defined widely) will share their stuff.
Where it won’t be an occasional guest blogpost.
Where (in addition to poetry) there will be virtual sculpture, video storytelling, cartoons, music, philosophies, manifestos – all introduced.
Big work, little work, work-in-progress, personal stuff
– all introduced.
The maker speaks – not only through the work.
As I’ve just written to Lars
“My wish is that every piece of creative work will be introduced by the maker. Any way they like – I think people are more & more interested in a behind the scenes peek into the artist’s way.”
It’s time I went back & introduced my own work. People will explore backwards.
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See: https://paulhomahony.wordpress.com/2015/10/14/do-you-need-a-computer-to-make-electronic-music/
– lines composed as a result of spending a Sunday afternoon in The Green Room, Chicago, in July 2014
Play with your eyes
out of your head
Strum the chords
out of your corners
Crawl all over
his melody
into ecstasy
across the tap tap
slap into the face of her heart.
Glasses pop
into stacks
wicked slick
beats bleat
complete insider
Out to play
The Green Mill pill
Even the earthworms are dancing
leaves crinkling bent smiling
heron reflecting from Glashaboy bank
– It’s my birthday
Even Tweets are landing
Periscopes popping
Facebooks refreshing
– It’s my birthday
the day to smile
love and be loved.
Diarrorhea from Asia
followed by
jetlag
and
nose
dripping
snot.
It’s my birthday
the day to smile
love and be loved.
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Note: Composed yesterday
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Getting hammered in Malaysia
pelted on by heavy water
flared by lightening
assaulted by thunder gods
– as if I’d been cosseted in the womb and sucked outside
– so unlike the Malay.
Raindrops are not under your command
we are sent to clear your air
disrupt the haze
silence your cough.
Nothing lasts.
Nothing continues
Nothing sits on top of you
unless lightening strikes your heart
and takes your breath away.