This life is filthy. I should be dead and buried but I’m still here somehow. My liver and lungs are rotting. I’m fatigued from the hangover. What day is it darling? I often forget. The world’s changing and I’m changing with it. Slowly my existence is corroded I’m drinking Whisky most nights, reflecting on the … Continue reading Well Mr. Brizell it seems that the world’s changing
Oh baby, this is just so prophetic and emblematic
Sit back and imagine that in this very moment, the most important thing you’ve ever had to do is take one or the other off their ventilator. An undeniably nauseating choice, intrinsically intertwined with egotism, you could argue. One dies, another lives, so on and so forth * or alternatively you could flip the script … Continue reading Oh baby, this is just so prophetic and emblematic
Abused bodies and dead bloody poets
Reality stagnates and fractures, the guts of humanity pour onto the cobbles we sway down. Now here I am staggering down some decrepit streets. Bleeding profusely and trying to make sense of what it means to be loathed in the moment. You can exchange as many words as you want, but it seems no matter … Continue reading Abused bodies and dead bloody poets
If you’re going to sit on my face, I may as well just be your man
Violence in the streets, degradation in the sheets. "Mr. Brizell get a bloody hold of yourself. This soul of yours is in ruins. There's talk of your sickening behaviour, unrepentant sefishness and wild romancing. We want your head" My sunglasses are askew and I've misplaced my heart down a grimy alley. All in all the … Continue reading If you’re going to sit on my face, I may as well just be your man
Discomfort
On 4:44 Jay-Z rapped 'if everybody's crazy, you're the one that's insane' he wasn't wrong. i'm looking around, at everyone, at myself; i'm looking too deep for my own good and being unsettled by what i see; cheating, degradation, self-harm, self-loathing, hell, that's just scratching away at the cracked porcelain surface. The world's insane and … Continue reading Discomfort
Escaping soullessness
I read a Guardian article not so long ago that branded us the 'Stitled Generation' it was a definition that to so many others meant nothing; yet for me, hit me like a cinderblock. With the title still swirling around in my head now. And ironically, I'm meant to be the guy, who doesn't believe … Continue reading Escaping soullessness
The carefree, godless, hopeless drifter muses once again
Currently I’m decaying in the lovely state of Florida on a relaxing break from the dreary remnants of shitty north western Britain. The Floridian sun fruitlessly trying to scorch my pale skin and my hair growing long and unkempt. I’m filling the days alone listening to Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake and Father John Misty on […]
I’m a guy with a hat and I know I like my hat
No reprise needed here. Recently I've been having what I guess could be called an awakening of some sort; think George Harrison or Josh Tillman becoming Father John Misty. I've begun work on something big to say the least. It's been brewing in me for a very long time. With five years in my rear … Continue reading I’m a guy with a hat and I know I like my hat
You’re a beautiful girl (existentialism in a noose)
I write this to the backdrop of Father John Misty's Pure comedy, in a rather unhappy mood, unwilling to make any social contact, appalled at the mere thought of the bullshit drivel I had to spend seven hours suffering through today. Only to find a rather empty space. I don't feel compelled to start with 'Humanity … Continue reading You’re a beautiful girl (existentialism in a noose)
You’re a beautiful girl (existentialism in a noose)
I write this to the backdrop of Father John Misty's Pure comedy, in a rather unhappy mood, unwilling to make any social contact, appalled at the mere thought of the bullshit drivel I had to spend seven hours suffering through today. Only to find a rather empty space. I don't feel compelled to start with 'Humanity … Continue reading You’re a beautiful girl (existentialism in a noose)
Ben Brizell 