Butch aka Travis

Well today I am off sick for the 2nd day in a row. It’s hard to convince your boss that you really are sick when you really are sick.

But the thing is, I really am sick, I feel like a monkey has shat in my heat and then taken a stone and scrapped it across my vocal chords, I have these fantasies about being able to open up my chest and scoop out the phlegm which I am worried I will drown in any minute now.

When I get laid low with a virus, I really get laid low, I am very rarely ever sick, but when I do get sick I get really fucked up. Yesterday I spent much of my time lying on the floor in the lounge room, watching horrible TV. Jennie is in assignment mode, so I don’t get to touch the computer by night. As a result (and since I have read myself out of books) I had to watch TV last night.

I can’t believe how shit TV is these days. A whole bunch of safe, whitebread, conservative shows are shown in Prime Time, the usual repetitive US Police Drama is on in the evening, followed by some really good shows later at night, at 11:30pm Curb your Enthusiasm was on, and despite having an opportunity to use the computer I watched it. Great Show, why isn’t it on in Prime Time instead of the horrendous ‘You may be right’, hosted by the second biggest dickhead in the world, (after David from David & Kim, I am going to fuck him up one day I swear)

Anyway, I also passed the evening by watching the film that launched the Nouvelle Vogue, yes of course, Francois Truffaut’s ‘The 400 Blows’ or the correct Title “Les Quatre Cents Coups”. It’s a great movie. Great child actor, typical French New Wave style of course, except I found this to have more of a storyline than some of the later FNW. 400 Blows was made in 1958, which is amazing considering the types of films that Hollywood put out at the same time. The most extraordinarily thing is that it is still fresh, and true to life, whereas many a Hollywood movie from the same era is very much outdated.

I also spent some part of yesterday going through some old stuff I found in a box my folks sent me. Among them was my old Poetry and Play book I kept when I was 14/15. I remember in the summer holidays of 96/97 I made sure that I was writing a Poem a night. Some of the poems are good, some not so, some are just so weird, dark and foreboding, I only realise now that I could have potentially been a fucked up 14 year old. After reading it, I wonder how no one picked up on some of the almost suicidal things I wrote. This is one such poem, that I liked.

Fear
Darkness seeps through the deep blue sky
Why must we go ever since I died
I’m so tired, you’re so dead
Sleep land I coming up just ahead
The dry whisper of fear
I believe that I am not hearing that you are here
But I cannot deny that I feel a presence
That is breaking my false seal of resistance
I see the shadow in the darkness of light
I cannot scream I am alive with fright
I hear you coming with dead blue eyes
Through the deaf whisper of a shadow I see you rise
I can see you now without a doubt
I see you rise than hear you shout
“I am the death heathen, I bring with me your fears”
“For you, my friend, are not meant to be here”
“Run, run away from a following past”
“The future of your life will not last”
“Peddle away, it won’t work”
“I am everywhere, everywhere I lurk”
What good is all my expense to me now?
“The future of this life I will not allow”
“You my friend will pay from my death”
“The mourners come, some lie a wreath”
Poison Ivy tears and paralysing fear
“Scream all you want, only I can hear”
“Where to know, my soon to be friend”
“No one will know just how you end”
“You’re finished now, say no goodbyes”
“Everyone looks back, no one cry’s”
So cherish every step that you may take
For from I, the Death Heathen, there is no escape

What did I say? Weird, just so you know I am nothing like this now, I used to look like this when I wrote that. I don’t know what’s up with all the death shit, I do remember I was listening to a lot of Smashing Pumpkins at the time

now I look like this

I also read some of my old plays, some were quite cool, however, most were pretty much a rewriting of the Young Ones.

Well friends, its been a long time between blogs and I though, hmm, I might blog tonight, to tell y’all whats new in the land of Butch.

Firstly, me not blogging is by no means an indication i dont go to other peoples blogs, its just sometimes I do not feel the need to comment. But I will advertise my 4 most commonly visited blogs.

Onlines

A witty blog by Open up and say R. Owen. My name pops up from time to time on this azure blue back blog hosted by a guy i refer to these days as ‘probably my best friend’.
My current favourite of his is his Favourite film lines series. Check it Favourite film lines

The Daily Screamer
The best named blog on the net, hosted by an apparent mad man who runs around with a camera capturing life in its purest state, whatever that is. Alas, I have never met ChrisyG but i have the feeling the time is nigh. Him being a fellow QLD’er an’ all.

Daisies In The Gutter
The dramtically named blog by a misunderstood multifaceted Melbourne artist. S. Gregory’s blog makes great reading for the words he uses alone. Its also a blog where posts appear and dissapear intermitenly… spooky man spooky. Drop him a line, on what is a fairly popular blog. S. Gregory writes a great article on Brisbane, being another fellow QLD’er.

On the topic of websites. My cousin in South Africa and I have started a new business. Be sure to check out the website, and tell you friends, or yourself, I can set you up with a killer deal Doman Volt

Also, Son of Marshall has had a mini face lift, although it is not yet complete. Please have a look

Now, onto my filmic pleasures of late

Just a quick overview, in chronological order

Midnight Cowboy.

Great flick, excellent performances by a young Hoffman and Voight. I love these types of films. Great ending

Rumble Fish

Sorry about the large picture, it was the only one I could find that shows Mickey Rourke in all his glory as Motorcycle boy. This is officially now in my top 30.

Annie Hall

More notorious these days because it beat out Star Wars for the best picture oscar. I for one am glad it did, it is a uique pure film.

Tess

Polanski shows them how to make a period film. Beautifully made in typical Polanski fashion. And Natassja Kinski is really something else. If i found an actress like her, I would be happy man.

Well thats it for now, comment away!!!