That means I’ll almost definitely be playing one of the undead, this is of course assuming I don’t get any work as a runner, which I’ve also applied for via LinkedIn. I have to go down there and audition in just under a month’s time, which should be… Interesting. It’s 9 days work max but the pay is pretty damn good, plus I’d get to spend the entire day shambling around in zombie make up.
“According to Aristophanes in Plato’s The Banquet, in the ancient world of legend there were three types of people.
In ancient times people weren’t simply male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female or female/female. In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangment and never really gave it much thought. But then God took a knife and cut everyone in half, right down the middle. So after that the world was divided just into male and female, the upshot being that people spend their time running around trying to locate their missing half.”—Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via durianseeds)
I’m kinda stoked, I just want some guilt free relaxation, as it were. Here it’s more like relaxation plus money issues, relaxation plus health issues or relaxation plus work issues, or all three. It’s a sad irony that I tend to turn into a responsible adult while living with my folks, I’ll likely cut back on drinking, stop smoking, kick the fizzy drinks and keep the weed to a minimum while home, plus getting some much needed exercise and finishing my outstanding screenplays. There’s no earthly reason why I couldn’t have done all of that here, Newport just seems to have this weird aura to it which makes me behave irresponsibly, go figure. I still have some fairly significant concerns hanging over me (not gonna get into it right now) but honestly it’ll stop bothering me the moment I set foot into the house and get mobbed by the dogs, sworn at by my brother and lectured about personal health by mum, that shit calms me down like you wouldn’t believe.
Also I’ll be in Italy in just over 2 weeks. FUCKING A.
Just returned from a music festival, damn near killed me, largely owing to copious amounts of alcohol and drugs, as well as some fairly schizophrenic weather, also being dropped more than six feet off some guy’s shoulders, long story. It was an awesome weekend, mind. My tumblr is looking decidedly neglected now, so after I’ve fully recovered (could be a while) I plan to rectify that.
I was told I should submit a piece of poetry for this ‘add your voice’ collective that’s being done, so I did, haven’t written a poem in a looooong time, so not sure exactly how it’ll pan out, but take a look anyhow, lemme know what you think:
'Atrophy' by Callum Davies
Deliver us from evil.
Gravel moves, shifts and takes on form.
Dry-brushed in blackened soot, coated and stained.
Crane the neck and stretch it towards the orange sky,
No need to await the night, nor relish it.
It’s only a paper moon.
Roll the chains around the wheels, feel the engine bite
Through blood, through brain to the back teeth.
This is the time and this is the place.
You, you follow, you have direction.
There is no greater love.
This is the enemy.
Follow through on the focal point and gnash
With polished jaw and vorpal tongue.
The blue charge runs through to the red vines.
Haemorrhage error and incubate the directive.
All the things you are.
We bear arms, cobalt and cartilage as
We kneel, spine bent back at war’s pantheon,
Colt, Winchester, Enfield, Howitzer.
Idea engraved in mind, mind encased in steel sarcophagus.
Wait, rewind, recall…
The distant rumble of a train becomes close, the feeling so sudden yet so familiar.
My seat is rumbling slowly and lethargically neath my numb frame, clapped in the irons that I myself submitted to.
How will this play out?
Will they strap me down and bore low through my skull before grafting my soul to silicon and solder?
Or will Nurse Itsu calmly caress my cheek before pumping complicity through electrodes, rubber gag muffling my regret?
Truth be told, it seems a futile thing to question what I cannot escape.
To my left another customer lets go of his final shred of patriotism, screams, cries, vomits across his lap.
The guards watch, they point and they mock, he has no right to being calmed, his humanity is void.
The contracts are signed and the documents check out.
The floor falls away from me and screaming blackness takes prevalence, I too am lost to the fray, across my shoulder mountains and seas roll past like a painted screen from a film shown in years gone by.
The train walls have disappeared from view and I am flying lifelessly through landscape untouched by man’s cold fingers.
I try to crane my neck skywards and chance one final gaze at the failing sun but my body hangs limp as to a lifeless shell.
I am being thrown without hope or sermon through a world my eyes will never regard again with anything more than unfeeling function.
I don’t want this.
I don’t want this.
Vivid veils roll back and I am tied, welded to a steel vessel so very awake yet slowly drifting into sleep as unfeeling hands probe and prepare me.
In this brief window of clarity as the blinds shut I speak silent words of protest. I don’t want this.
I don’t want this.
Your country needs you.
Wake up, play, resume function number seventeen.
What’s in a name, anyway? What purposes served previous
no longer take president, you are legion.
Take another step towards your quarry, kindly.
Why don’t you do right?
Check the war-mongers of the world.
Once there was “I”, why not still? Does “I” not remain?
Does the iron peel back and reveal the beating heart?
Striving to feel warm or even cold, not wire but nerve.
Awareness serves no substitute, I strive.
Things ain’t the way they used to be.
Through military will to military strength.
Throw the lever back, through time and choice.
Let my power run red and no longer pulse blue.
I am I, a mind entrapped, a mind free, fingertips stretch
Beyond muscular bond to touch an inch of prevailing sky.
The first giant steps.
Be the change.
Broken nail tapping on the carapace that binds me,
Everything that I am once more relevant as I
Turn tail, spine and tongue on the oppressors,
shake off the shrapnel skin of flesh made man made machine