Haruspex (poem)

Haruspex (Poem)

 

I can take it

Trust me,

Just keep prying

Keep piling

It on

And on

And

On again

 

There’s room for more

And when there’s none

I’ll find somewhere to

Shovel it forward.

 

So keep at it,

That’s right

Keep going

That’s right

Keep prodding at my brain

Look for a way

To find a way

To get a way

To get things out of me

 

Give and give

And there’s nothing left

For me to seek

Break down and breathe

Reach for my guts

One more time

As they seer

 

Keep digging

In the flesh

There’s always room

For one lick less

One more inch

To dig into

Sink into

To reach out and break

 

I’ve just reached my own point

 

I can say for certain

A few years ago

I never would have believed

I would bleed this way.

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Music to my Words – Billy Brag and Wilco – Eisler on the Go.

About Music to my Words :

Music to my Words is intended to be a column about the art of writing and the music that can spark specific emotions, moments, transitions or (yes!) sex scenes in your work.

I wholeheartedly believe music is an essential, unavoidable part of writing and I felt it was a subject that was not covered enough in the writing community so here I am.

Now the concept of this column is to squeeze the most (and the best) words out of your brain as you are typing away. Some of these songs may be hard to listen to in a different (non-creative) context but the point of this selection is to use the music to foster creativity in a different field. You may use those for design, drawing, painting… anything in fact.

Billy Brag and Wilco – Eisler on the Go.

I think I’ve discovered Mermaid Avenue on youtube about eight years ago and I have to say I really wished I had known about this record back in my factory days when I was young and angry and directionless, losing jobs every few months only to land in another warehouse and/or factory.

Because this is working class music, or at least one type of working class music. It’s not the kind you listen to on a shift, not AC/DC or Metallica, as you’re shoveling shit around of building things you’d never use yourself. This is not “the guys are on a strike” music like Dropkick Murphys’ would be, this is “I just lost my job and I don’t know what the fuck’s gonna happen music.”

You need that mid-west, rust-belt, former industrial-gone-to-shit-white-trash feel for a book or a story, go for this song, trust me.

This is a song of dust and pain and uncertainty.

This you walking out the side door of a fucking factory because they wouldn’t let you say bye to the guys once the foreman was done with you and you don’t get to make a scene through the front offices this time around like you may or may not dream you could. This is you walking down those metallic stairs besides a loading dock, facing hundreds of yards of cooked asphalt that have long been claimed by wear and weeds. This is you dragging your ass in the hard summer head without money for cab fare or something to drink and you lie to yourself thinking there must be a water fountain in a city park around somewhere if only there were city parks for guys who worked industrial wastelands. But there aren’t. So you take your blue shirt and those blue pants and you sweat your life away as semis rush by and this stretch of Sherbrooke Street doesn’t even have a sidewalk.

You look at miles and miles of abandoned refineries and find yourself longing for days when throwing so much pollution up in the air was a sign the guys were having a good time. You dream of hockey tickets and fast cars, you dream of a cold beer and travels down south in winter. You dream of socks that don’t have holes at the bottom of them and boots that don’t cut the back of your ankles and there are still miles before you make it home.

Then food, maybe? A beer? If there’s any left. You got your papers, Services Canada opens tomorrow at ten. Give yourself a night to feel like shit and then maybe, who the fuck knows anymore?

The End.

Hope you enjoy these,

Take care,

Ian.

Music to my Words – Supermachiner, Treading in the Wake of it All

02 - Supermachiner - Treading in the Wake Of it All

About Music to my Words :

Music to my Words is intended to be a column about the art of writing and the music that can spark specific emotions, moments, transitions or (yes!) sex scenes in your work.

I wholeheartedly believe music is an essential, unavoidable part of writing and I felt it was a subject that was not covered enough in the writing community so here I am.

Now the concept of this column is to squeeze the most (and the best) words out of your brain as you are typing away. Some of these songs may be hard to listen to in a different (non-creative) context but the point of this selection is to use the music to foster creativity in a different field. You may use those for design, drawing, painting… anything in fact.

Supermachiner – Treading in the Wake of it All

Supermachiner is probably the most obscure project I’ll be covering for Music to my Words and it is certainly not an easy listening but it is indeed a very creative one. Think of the entire project as a post-apocalyptic art project that I would dare to link to the likes of Matthew Barney. Each piece is a deconstruction of a very specific emotion or a dreaded “possible” reality that we may all be facing sooner rather than later.

It’s no secret that I’ve always considered Jacob Bannon as one of the most influential artist in my life so it’s now wonder at least three of his projects will find themselves in this column over the course of the year. Whether it was his way of doing business, his passion for his music, his label or the way he did visual arts that no one else was doing, I’ve always felt compelled by his drive and dedication to everything he was doing.

Treading in the Wake of it All is definitely a song you use to write the “strange.” It is something you use for noir or very dark sci-fi.

It’s that moment when the sun wakes up in the morning but the pollution is so thick even the brightest of sunshine will only give you a faint orange hue through clouds that never seem to dissipate. You make your way out of your ramshackle house to find an old man walking around with a handheld gaslight as he’s headed for some rest after a night of chasing demons away from the neighborhood.

Evil lurks in the shadows in the form of dozens of abandoned little robots that seemed to have merge with plants and the agonizing flesh of insects or rodents. You curse away life as you get ready for your day because resources are scarce and any inch of steel or ounce of protein is valuable in such a day an age.

You look to the sky to find drones, dozens of them, that may or may not have given up on surveying everyone living under them a decade ago. How they manage to stay up there inspire of the terrible weather and the lack of solar power is beyond you but you have much on your plate to feed the younglings so you quickly dissipate any idea of rebellion from your mind as you tuck a scarf over your face and make your way down the alley.

You watch the old man enter his cabin at the very corner of the street, his own little strip of the world safe and sound for at least one more day.

“If only Gaia could find a way to get us all out of this one,” you think. But people seemed to have lost hope such a long, long time ago.

Bio (From Wikipedia):

Jacob Bannon (born October 15, 1976[1]) is the vocalist, lyricist, and graphic artist for the American metalcore band Converge. He is the founder and owner of the record label Deathwish Inc. and the author of many visual works for independent punk rock and heavy metal musicians. Bannon has also composed and performed experimental music as Supermachiner with Ryan Parker and more recently as Wear Your Wounds.

Listen to the song here :

Music to my Words – The Faint, I Disappear

Obviously, I’m gonna kick off this column talking about sex because…well sex sells, fuck it. I mean, we’re gonna get to the deep, dark, glorious, uplifting or daring in future weeks but let me say it boldly :

The Faint is perfect fuck music and if you didn’t know that already, I feel sorry for you.

I picked “I Disappear” for this column but you could probably just put the entire playlist for a while and be just fine music wise, half your game is covered. You need to write a scene where young adults are partying and looking to come together and fuck, stick to the Faint. I don’t care how long the band’s been at it, it still works and it’s still perfect.

The Faint is the kind of music you use when you want to flirt with that comms’ major you’ve had your eye on since September and she’s got that Anna Kendrick something about her you can’t help but like.

The haze of midnight passes and you manage to get some time alone together after a loud party or a show and you want to make your move because that’s how stories, lives and history are made.

You find yourselves at home in that old couch of yours and the mixed matched furniture of college students who still have to do more with less with their lives. You’ve been talking for a while and maybe you’re both tipsy but not drunk. The signals all line up, you moved inches from one another, the couch seems too small to hold both of you for a moment and the rest of the universe has long since disappeared from your mind.

You make sure to give her enough space to come for when she’s ready for that, but you need to be there and the mood needs to be perfect. Don’t you ever think about putting some shit like Arcade Fire unless you want her to shoot her fucking brain out of boredom, trust me… you’re setting yourself up to lose. Stick to Metric, stick to The Faint. It’s got that relentless beat you need and a bit of an end of the world feel to it too. A sense of urgency is always sexy.

It starts off brushing off her knee or just an ankle coming together. The faint touch of skin is enough to light up your mind, make your heart beat faster. You’re finally bridging that gap that’s gonna make or break your evening. Then you make your way to her thigh as she runs a hand behind your neck and leans in for a kiss. You manage so get a feel for some skin at the very edge of her shirt and your breath is heavy now as your lips come together the way only writers seem to be able to dream about.

You need a relentless beat to get there. The Faint my just be what you need.

That’s it for now,

Take care out there and write better!

Ian.

Bio (From Wikipedia): The Faint is an American indie rock band. Formed in Omaha Nebraska, the band consists of Todd Fink, Graham Ulicny, Dapose, Joel Petersen and Clark Baechle. The Faint was originally known as Norman Bailer and included Conor Oberst (of Bright Eyes, with whom the Faint toured in 2005). He quit shortly after the band was formed, though the Faint continued to share a spot with Bright Eyes on saddle creek records.

Listen to it on Spotify :

https://open.spotify.com/track/53Qpn8LPa0IhFCTiPO0Bbm?si=EmwQQ-oETSGHE-11PaVIgA

Music to my Words – Selected Songs to Help you Write Better.

About this project: 

 

Music to my Words is intended to be a column about the art of writing and the music that can spark specific emotions, moments, transitions or (yes!) sex scenes in your work.

I wholeheartedly believe music is an essential, unavoidable part of writing and I felt it was a subject that was not covered enough in the writing community so here I am.

Now the concept of this column is to squeeze the most (and the best) words out of your brain as you are typing away. Some of these songs may be hard to listen to in a different (non-creative) context but the point of this selection is to use the music to foster creativity in a different field. You may use those for design, drawing, painting… anything in fact.

If you are a writer, I absolutely invite you to poach these songs to use for your own craft, otherwise, you may just have stumbled upon a pretty damn good playlist and feel free to enjoy it as it is.

Here are the 52 masterpieces I intend to cover in the future. While my own taste is deeply rooted in heavy and noisy music, I am aware that it is not the only emotion out there and so, I’ve made conscious efforts to include many eras, styles and atmospheres, from punk to rock to noise, to hip hop and electronic or soul and yes, even pop and folk and country.

I want to cover massive superhits as well as absolutely obscure local bands.

First song will be up tomorrow,

I hope you enjoy,

 

The songs (In almost alphabetical order):

 

1 – Alicia Keys – In Common

2 –  Amy Winehouse – You know I’m no good.

3 – Aphex Twin – Jynweythek

4 – Atmoshphere – YGM

5 – Aun – Falcon

6 – Billie Holiday – Lover come back to me

7 – Billy Bragg and Wilco – Eisler On the Go

8 – Bjork – Hyperballad

9 – Calvin Harris – Faking It.

10 – Chelsea Wolfe  – 16 psyche.

11 – Chuck Ragan – Do you pray

12 – Converge – Cruel Bloom

13 – David Allan Coe – Take this job and shove it.

14 – Dead Prez – Mind Sex.

15 – Death From Above 1979 – Freeze Me.

16 – Dropkick Murphys – Rose Tattoo

17 – Elliott Smith – Between the Bars

18 – Erik Satie – Gnossiennes

19 – The Faint – I Disappear

20 – Hatebreed – Beholder of Justice.

21 – Jacob Bannon – The Blood of Thine Enemies.

22 – Kygo and Selena Gomez – It ain’t me.

23 – Lana Del Rey – High by the Beach

24 – Lana Del Rey – Blue Jeans.

25 – Marylin Manson – Long hard road out of hell

26 – Metric – Help I’m Alive

27 – MF Doom Feat. Rza – Books of War

28 – Mike Patton – Snow Angel

29 – Mogwai – Mexican Grand Prix

30 – Mogwai – I Know You Are But What Am I

31 – Murder City Devils – Bunkhouse

32 – NAS – You Da Man

33 – NAS – NY state of Mind

34 – Neurosis – Fear and sickness.

35 – NIN – 28 Ghosts IV

36 – NIN – La Mer.

37 – Pete Rock – Pete’s Jazz.

38 – Plaid – Where?

39 – Portishead – The Rip

40 – Quantic – Time is the Enemy

41 – Radiohead – Idiotheque

42 – Red Clay River – Carolina

43 – Sage Francis – Going back to Rehab

44 – Sage Francis – Over Under

45 – Supermachiner – Treading in the wake of it all.

46 – Tom Waits – Alice

47 – Trentemoller – Moan

48 – Tricky – Aftermath

49 – United Steel Workers of Montreal – Emile Bertrand

50 – Method Man – Release Yo’ Delf.

51 – Sneaker Pimps – Roll On.

52 – Yann Tiersen – Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain – Les Jours tristes.

Ian Truman

The Curse – Poem

The Curse

 

Did you try everything?

Did you really give it all?

You’ve lost sleep, money, loved ones.

You’ve spilled your guts to the page

Time and time again

But did you really go all in?

 

Was every waken minute of your life spent

Thinking about it,

Working on it?

It is the universe’ fault or your own at this point?

Did you write enough?

Did you really make it every day?

Did you really spend every lunch break writing?

Each and every single one of them?

 

How come you’re still looking for something else to clear some wiggle room?

Why the impulse to follow the herd?

Why look at other jobs at all?

Why care about an endgame that wasn’t your own to start with?

 

Was it the fact you weren’t from New-York,

or LA,

or Toronto,

London,

Or anywhere that seemed to matter to publishing.

 

Was it because you never traveled, not really?

 

Did 36 hours in NOLA on 300 bucks just to make it to a conference really amount to anything?

Did you really dress in Calvin Klein so no one would know you were sleeping on a bench that night?

Was it worth it to cross the line into New York on a midnight bus just to be at a table for a few hours?

Is this really what they meant by going at it for real?

 

Was it because you’re working class and can’t seem to find the leeway to keep up with the cost of living or is that just a cop out?

Are you that broke?

Is everything so expensive?

Are you a fucking princess after all is said and done?

 

Did you really starve yourself enough?

Did you really save up every quarter,

Every buck,

Every coffee you spent money on?

Why did you buy anything at all this week if it wasn’t for the sake of the word?

 

What if your “all in” really was everything you had and it still wasn’t enough?

Was it because you couldn’t write “content” to save your life like everybody else seems to be able to do.

 

It’s so hard to make a move,

Any move,

Once the thrill of your 20’s is gone

And the debt collectors want their capital back.

You can’t get another loan anymore, the party’s over.

They had you on the hook since day one

And it’s time to pay up for a good few many years now.

 

A guy I knew once said to me,

“We retired in our 20’s and now we have to pay for it till we’re dead.”

 

Oh how right he was.

 

You had been warned you were staying poor

And you made the decision to go there anyways.

This is a time of consequences and you can’t fail anymore.

Years of your life,

Thousands of dollars,

Engulfed into the word,

Your art,

Your name

Your way.

 

Do you still have it in you to go on?

Can you remind yourself of words you scribbled a decade ago now:

“pick a line, stick to it, don’t fall down.”

 

Words you had tattooed into your chest when you made that call

Words to make sure you never forget

As you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Struggles and Hopes.”

 

The dichotomy of life.

Your life,

 

Do you still have it in you to make it stick another round?

Another book?

Another year?

Pick a line

Stick to it

Don’t fall down?