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Spring Forward, Fall Apart (Audio Short)

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When cabin fever strikes, we all get to reenact Pink Floyd’s The Wall, here’s something I wrote about it.

All and all this iPhone is just another brick in the wall
All and all this iPhone is just another brick in the wall


(Download the instrumental version here)

I wrote this poem just as the leaves started to turn, and slowly but surly it became a self fulfilling prophecy. The cold has gotten so harsh that my dog refuses to step on the sidewalk for fear that the ice will chill her paws.

The clouds overhead have become a fixture. The stars won’t be back until May. The monochrome landscape isn’t as inspiring as it was a few months ago. Anything worth describing has been buried beneath a layer of white out.

There’s a city to explore, but subzero temperatures have a way of narrowing my field of vision. My introversion has gone from a choice, to something that’s necessary for my survival. If I wander the streets too long, I’ll die of exposure.

So here I am at home surrounded by a wall of screens.

I’ve got a season of House of Cards to watch. I’ve got a crackling electric heater. I’ve got a fridge full of left overs, and a dog demanding that I feed her. I’m comfortably numb, zoning out on the internet, wondering if there’s anybody out there.

7 thoughts on “Spring Forward, Fall Apart (Audio Short)”

  1. I love this presentation of your poem. I find the description of your hibernation fascinating as I have never experienced a cold Christmas, only a summer one. The white Christmas images that dominate the media always look so appealing. I don’t think I’ll be trading my summer one soon.

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    1. drewchial – When Drew Chial was very young, he found an attic hidden in his bedroom closet. He discovered it investigating an indentation in the ceiling, nudging it with a broom, until it fell inward. There was no stepladder for him to climb, so he scaled the shelves. Shining his flashlight, he found a long triangular hall, twice the length of his bedroom. Every surface was coated in pink insulation that made his skin itch. Creeping into the basement, Drew stole a sleeping bag that he unrolled on the attic floor. He set a tiny aluminum lock box on top of it. This is where he hid the things he wrote. Now Drew hides them in plain sight.
      drewchial says:

      My eyebrows literally have icicles on them just from my walk to the coffee shop.

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  3. lazloferran – Lazlo Ferran: Exploring the Landscapes of Truth. Educated near Oxford, during English author Lazlo Ferran’s extraordinary life, he has been an aeronautical engineering student, dispatch rider, graphic designer, full-time busker, guitarist and singer with two albums recorded, and purveyor of philosophical thoughts. Having grown up in rural Buckinghamshire Lazlo says: “The beautiful Chiltern Hills offered the ideal playground for a child’s mind, in contrast to the ultra-strict education system of Bucks.” Brought up as a Buddhist, he has travelled widely, surviving a student uprising in Athens and living for a while in Cairo, just after Sadat’s assassination. Later, he spent some time in Central Asia and was only a few blocks away from gunfire during an attempt to storm the government buildings of Bishkek in 2006. He has a keen interest in theologies and philosophies of the Far East, Middle East, Asia and Eastern Europe. After a long and successful career within the science industry, Lazlo Ferran left to concentrate on writing, to continue exploring the landscapes of truth.
    lazloferran says:

    Nice. Good to hear some poetry being read for a change, and being read well! The poetry itself is good too.

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  4. lazloferran – Lazlo Ferran: Exploring the Landscapes of Truth. Educated near Oxford, during English author Lazlo Ferran’s extraordinary life, he has been an aeronautical engineering student, dispatch rider, graphic designer, full-time busker, guitarist and singer with two albums recorded, and purveyor of philosophical thoughts. Having grown up in rural Buckinghamshire Lazlo says: “The beautiful Chiltern Hills offered the ideal playground for a child’s mind, in contrast to the ultra-strict education system of Bucks.” Brought up as a Buddhist, he has travelled widely, surviving a student uprising in Athens and living for a while in Cairo, just after Sadat’s assassination. Later, he spent some time in Central Asia and was only a few blocks away from gunfire during an attempt to storm the government buildings of Bishkek in 2006. He has a keen interest in theologies and philosophies of the Far East, Middle East, Asia and Eastern Europe. After a long and successful career within the science industry, Lazlo Ferran left to concentrate on writing, to continue exploring the landscapes of truth.
    lazloferran says:

    Reblogged this on Lazlo Ferran and commented:
    Nice bit of poetry being read.

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  5. “Daylight savings rob the mind” Fabulous line, completely relate. And from the looks of your recent Twitter updates you’re still in winter’s icy grip. 🙁 Spring is just arriving here and the eleven hours of daylight we’re now having are so welcome. Hope it reaches you soon too.
    Great poem, great presentation. Such talent.

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