soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.

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soundtrack for the collapse of the empire.

children of capitalism
do the dance of
waste and decadence.
dance for your forefathers-
the slaves and the owners,
the weak and wicked.
the shadows of light
are blinding in darkness

children of capitalism
your women are bitches
your men are all dogs
so then what are you?
if your mother’s a bitch,
and your father a dog,
so then what are you?

are you an american?
from the continent or
from the country?
there is no country america.
are you an orphan?
what are you?
we are children of capitalism-
confused, lost
because what will we do
when our money can’t buy
our salvation,
our freedom,
or worse, you run out
of money?

children of capitalism-
sons and daughters
of decadence,
the empire is crumbling,
so dance, dance, dance
and fuck, fuck, fuck.
we’re all screwed, screwed, screwed,
and in the end…

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The Sound Edit ))) October 2014

))) sound reflections

))) The Book: A Sentimental Education by Gustave Flaubert. As some of you might know, I like my French novels. It’s one literary passion my college professors didn’t manage to extinguish by force of essays on the-critics-criticizing-the-criticism. To clarify the extent of my obsession, I once recorded my way across Belleville to find multiple voices for my Julien Sorel (after falling uder Stendhal’s spell), another time invited Des Coulam to follow the footsteps of the characters of Zola’s L’Assommoir on my behalf, and he kindly obliged.  Currently, I am in the company of the hapless Frédéric Moreau as he allegedly studies Law, but mostly really scampers around Paris (wouldn’t you?), in a futile attempt to ‘make his name’.

Prise_du_Château_d'eau,_en_1848Not faffing around: rebels at the barricades.

Flaubert said about the creation of this novel: “I want to write the moral history of the men of my generation– or, more accurately, the history of their feelings. It’s a…

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10 Amazing Things About HearSay 2014

))) sound reflections

IMG_31511) The sudden realisation that the stranger who just bought you a pint is your favourite podcaster.

2) Knocking on any Kilfinane door to borrow a fork being perfectly acceptable behaviour.

3) The welcoming waft of hot breakfasts at Molly’s.

4) Getting blindfolded in the Library to taste Tayto crisps sandwiches.

5) The milky way, like a starry drape over your forest lodge.

6) Free beer.  In the church.

7) 85% of conversations opening with: ‘I think I know you from Twitter!’

8) Hysterical levels of festival programme FOMO throughout.

9) The parish Priest’s outstanding hot whiskey-making skills.

10) Next year.

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What Happens When You Go Viral: On Wanting to Give Up

Such Small Hands

I recently found out that the hit count on my Relevant article back in June was over 1.6 million. The editor told me it was the second-biggest traffic day in the history of their website. That’s mind-boggling to me.

If you had asked me a year ago what I thought it would mean to have a piece get that much exposure, I would have assumed it would be my big break. That it would boost my blog, lead to freelance opportunities, help connect me to the right people. That it would be my open door into the world of professional writing and publishing. That it would bring me validation and satisfaction. It would reassure me that what I’m doing here isn’t pointless and that my story matters.

Do you want to know the truth?

It hasn’t done any of those things. For a few weeks I received a lot of…

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